The entire Arachosian court erupts with excitement as a mysterious damosel arrives with a majestic lion on a jeweled leash. The lion's golden mane shimmers like molten gold in the sunlight that filters through the stained glass windows of the great hall.

The damosel--Tessina--surveys the assembled lords and ladies with serious eyes. Her voice is clear and commanding as she addresses the court. I require a hero," she announces. "One who can prove their bravery and valor by taming this noble beast."

The courtiers lean forward in anticipation, their murmurs hushed in anticipation of the quest to come.

"A great peril threatens our land," the damosel continues gravely. "The legendary Horn of Materamo, lost for centuries, has resurfaced in the treacherous depths of the Ciminian Forest."

Gasps and whispers fill the hall. Tessina raises her voice, knowing that if she pauses for even a moment the hubbub will completely derail her message.

"The chosen hero must navigate the perilous paths of the Ciminian Forest, braving enchanted creatures and ancient curses. Only by retrieving the Horn of Materamo can we hope to unite the warring factions of our rea

But there is a catch—the only one worthy of wielding the Horn of Materamo is the one who can tame the lion, for it is said that the lion's roar will reveal the true nature of the seeker's heart. Only the pure of heart, courageous, and noble can hope to pass this test."

At Tessina's side, the lion emits a low, rumbling growl, its amber eyes locking onto each individual in the court, as if assessing their worthiness.