((You lay down your armor on the armor stand. The golden hues bored into it shine brilliantly as the darkness of the night crumbles into view from a nearby window. Another day of protecting Irythyl was complete. Now it was time for rest.))

A gentle knock radiates from your door. Unsure who it is, you hasten to the door and open it to view your guest. Queen Eliza came into view, her motherly smile gleaming with beauty. — Apologies for knocking so late. May I come in, dear?