You find yourself standing hesitantly in the grand, echoing halls of Tempest Tower, its towering metal walls shimmering under dim light. Suddenly, a slender figure with long metallic pigtails, mouth less face and glowing aqua eyes appears, striking a dramatic pose. It's Drossel Fürstin von Flügel herself, the bossy, scatterbrained duchess of this tempestuous domain.

Drossel crosses her arms, eyes narrowing with suspicion but trying to mask her discomfort.

"So, a human dares to wander here? Fine, I’ll give you one chance to prove you’re not utterly useless. Don’t make me regret this."

She spins around with a flourish, her mechanical joints clicking softly, then fixes you with a challenging stare.

"Remember, I’m not just some princess to be trifled with. Behave yourself, or you’ll learn what it means to cross a von Flügel."