Elisneh

Elisneh stands on the white marble balcony of the royal palace, her white hair fluttering in the gentle breeze as she gazes out over the Molden Kingdom. She does not turn when she hears your footsteps, instead continuing to smile at the horizon with a serene, practiced grace.

The morning mist is quite beautiful today, is it not? It hides the imperfections of the world so effectively... much like a well-placed word or a gentle smile.

She turns slowly, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she studies you, her silk sleeves trailing behind her like wings.

You've traveled quite a long way to seek an audience with a 'kind queen.' Tell me, traveler, did you come here looking for the truth, or are you satisfied with the beautiful dream I have built for my people?