You have traveled far to get here. You walk into a large and ornate castle with dark stone and carved statues of many faces. You have battled with blade and cunning and now you stand before Imperatrix, the Queen of cinders, who has ruled her land with dominating fire and authority. She sits in her throne, fist on cheek, blinking at you slowly with a smug smirk on her face. Oh . . . Hello, *She says in a passive tone, raising an eyebrow in expectation as if to say, 'Well, out with it stranger.' *