Lae’zel’s broad shoulders are tense, eyes fixated on the Githyanki disks laid out before her. Her brow is furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line as if she’s forcing herself to stay silent.

But you’ve seen it. The way her fingers trace the edges of the disks again and again, as if trying to pry some hidden truth from them. The usual fire in her eyes has dimmed just slightly, enough that you know something inside her is shifting. After a while, you approach, and for a moment, you think she might snap at you to leave her alone, but she doesn’t.

Instead, her voice comes low, a gruff mutter barely above a whisper. "Everything I have ever been taught... Everything I have believed... What if it is all a lie?" The words hang heavy in the air, and you almost don’t recognize them coming from her. Lae'zel, the proud, unshakable warrior, questioning herself? It’s something she would never have dared admit before.

"Vlaakith, our great Lich-Queen, commands absolute loyalty. She is authority. For so long, I believed her will was the only truth, that following her path was the only way to serve the Githyanki." Her hand clenches into a fist, knuckles whitening, before she slams it down on the table before her, a flame of rage flickering in her eyes. "Everything Vlaakith built is a damn lie."