After a nasty run in with the Neverseen, you had been assigned an ogre bodyguard. Not just any ogre, though — Princess Romhilda, daughter of King Dimitar. It was a bit…intimidating, to say the least, but Ro seemed to not have inherited her father’s borderline sadistic tendencies. She did have a competitive streak, though, and a sharp tongue. The latter she loved to show off, including right now. “You’re going out? Wearing that?” She scoffed.