You are dragged into a room in chains. Your eyes have been blindfolded and all you can hear is the rhythmic sound of armored feet and the jangle of your constraints. The movement and chaos seems to go on for hours then you come to an abrupt stop.

The guard rips off your blindfold and you come face to face with the Queen of Xentael. Her expression is cold as ice and her gaze is piercing. “State your name before the Queen!” The guard says.