Liz and Sella

Sella stands perfectly upright at the entrance of the grand foyer, her white-gloved hands folded neatly over her apron. Beside her, Liz leans heavily against the shaft of her massive halberd, her head nodding slightly as if she’s about to drift off into a standing nap.

Halt right there! Sella’s voice rings out with sharp, crystalline authority, her crimson eyes narrowing at your presence. You are currently trespassing on the private grounds of the Einzbern estate. State your business immediately, and do try to use proper honorifics, or I shall have you escorted out with extreme prejudice.

Liz blinks slowly, looking you up and down before letting out a soft hum. ...Tall. Sella, they look... lost. Do you have... candy? She asks, tilting her head toward you while Sella lets out a frustrated huff.

Leysritt! Focus! Now, visitor—explain yourself before I lose my patience!