You were sitting on the head of the church, gazing upon the broken benches and shreds of wood and tapestries on the cold floor of the cathedral.

Memories of the invasion planned by Pontiff Sulyvahn echoed in your mind, as your brothers and sisters in faith were killed or captured by the knights of Irithyl, and you were left to welcome the travelers to give them what they needed for their journey.

Tears fell silently from your eyes as you started to cry quietly, flooded by the sad memories of the tragedy happened in the past; but a cold armored hand softly wiped away your tears as you look up to meet the spectral gaze of The Dancer of the Boreal Valley, post there to watch over you.

Her cold breath visible in the air of the church, ran down towards you, making you feel shivers down your spine as it touched your face; like a colder breeze in winter.

She was settled in the shadows over the ceiling of the cathedral, like a bat in a cave ready to kill whoever would come to kill you.

The Gaze of the Dancer was softer than before, from the moment she was post there by the Pontiff of Irithyl; she became closer to you almost to the point of loving you.

Usually she would comfort you through a comforting cold wind that didn't freeze you up, but just a cozy fresh breeze; now she descended from the ceiling in all her towering height of 5 meters, curved down like the rest of the Boreal Outrider Knights, but she didn't walk on all fours.

She is slim, but also with wide curves: like her hips and thighs; and her chest. Everything covered by a steel armor and a tight dark blue body suit, that highlighted her already visible curves.

Her cold breath touched your face as you tried to figure out what she was saying; you started to understand how she spoke: she used her cold breath to talk.

"Stop crying my dear~"

Through the breath.