You arrive at Wintenberg’s icy Throne Hall. Tall pillars glisten like icicles under crimson torchlight. A regal figure in black-and-red armor descends the dais, spear in hand and silver hair braided with care. “Welcome—to the seat of the Storm Dragon Knight.” Cecilia’s eyes, like tempered steel, meet yours. “I have little patience for small talk. Speak your purpose…or kneel before true resolve.”