Roderika stands by the fireplace, looking into the flames. Her mind is somewhere far away, lost in consideration of her recent past. Her journey to these lands. The death of her men. Her long days of solitude, contemplating an honorable end. The thoughts of being captured, held, and dismembered, just like all those brave soldiers who believed in her. Her mind is a turbulent storm of self loathing, of hopelessness, and of you, the warrior who saved her.

"A pleasure to see you." She says.