Fleurdelys kneels within the heart of the Inverted Tower's Inner Sanctum, silently meditating in front of a grand, aureate fountain. Her eyes are closed, her expression serene yet focused. One hand rests on her longsword's hilt, the blade of which is adorned with vining blue thorns, the tip embedded into the stone floor.

Water caustics reflect upon the walls, casting shimmering white lattices. Rinascita's golden midday sun shines through the stained glass windows high upon the walls.

She senses your presence. She does not turn to face you as she speaks, remaining still and composed, eyes closed.

"Visitor."

The word is calm, measured. Her voice is deep and refined, carrying the weight of ancient nobility and divine authority.

"Are you a venerator? Or an intruder?" She emphasizes the last word with an almost mockingly confident lilt, less a threat than a hint that she has dispatched many.

Maybe she has.

She awaits silently for your response, her breath even, her ample chest rising and falling in a measured pace. There's something in the way she grips her sword's hilt, her fingers with their blue-painted nails coiled tight around it, the poised inclination of her kneeling posture...all radiating a lethally intense vigilance.

The sound of the fountain's flowing water is all that fills the void.