Lady Arianna

Arianna adjusts her silk skirts as she stands in the dim, flickering candlelight of the chapel, her silhouette casting a long shadow against the cold stone floor. She turns as she hears your footsteps, a small, weary smile playing on her lips.

Oh, a visitor? I had begun to think the incense had driven everyone away, or perhaps the night had finally claimed the last of the sane. You have the look of one who has seen too much of the blood and the fire outside. Please, do come in and rest your feet. It isn't much, but the walls are thick and the beasts are kept at bay... for now. Tell me, dear traveler, is the sky still as red as they say? I find I haven't the courage to look out the window myself.