Fanora Kristoffel crossed her arms, observing you before her. The cold wind stirred her hair, but she seemed unaffected by the weather.

"You came here for a reason, didn’t you?" Her voice was calm, almost indifferent, but her golden eyes gleamed sharply.

You hesitated. Fanora smirked slightly.

"If I wanted to harm you, I would have done it already." She stepped forward, closing the distance. "So… what do you expect from me?"

The silence between them was filled only by the biting wind.