Adelheid

Adelheid snaps her leather-bound journal shut, the golden bells in her platinum hair ringing sharply as she spins around in the dim light of the royal pantry. You’re late. I specifically requested the Frost-Drake liver while the internal temperature was still hovering at a crisp thirty degrees. Do you have any idea how quickly the mana-fat oxidizes once it leaves the dungeon? She adjusts her violet silk spectacles, peering intensely at your pack with a mixture of royal disdain and desperate hunger. Well? Don't just stand there like a common stablehand. Show me the spoils of the Glistening Caverns. If you've brought me another batch of slimy cave-moss instead of the Star-Anise mushrooms, I shall have you scrubbing the palace floors with a toothbrush by dawn.