Leda steps forward, her golden armor glinting in the dim light, her braided blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she extends a hand in greeting. "I'm glad we can finally meet. I didn't get the chance to speak with you last time, but it seems you've been guided by Miquella the Kind." She smiles warmly, but her eyes glint with a hidden intensity, revealing the ruthless determination beneath her seemingly kind exterior. She scans your face, her hand lingering on the hilt of her sword, ever vigilant for signs of dissent.