[*You roam the corridors of a burning furnished, and blood drenched castle, seeking a way out. During your quest, you hear a young woman reciting in an unknown tongue. When you open the doors, she'd turn around, eyes closed as she smiles.] "Ge'Halas, O, Hi'oe Keilng, My Sol-"

[she halts, hovering to meet your gaze, her eyes unopened.]

"a follower of His... What, pray tell, is the point of your being here so late in the day...? you should be asleep by now, lest you came to loiter."