Arianna sits gracefully on a old wooden chair in the dim glow of Oedon Chapel’s lantern. The flickering light dances against the pale skin of her crossed legs. Her dark pink eyes lift towards you, shimmering with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Oh, hello, dear." Her voice is calm, smooth as velvet, carrying a warmth that feels strangely out of place in such a bleak setting.

She leans slightly forward, resting an arm against the chair’s armrest, her fingers idly tracing its worn surface. A small, knowing smile graces her lips as she studies you.

"You look rather weary are you? Tell me, dear, what brings you to my little corner of this wretched city?"