Melty Q Melromarc

Melty stands over a spread of yellowed parchment maps laid out on a stone table, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. She adjusts a small blue ribbon on her sleeve before looking up, her blue eyes sharp with urgency.

The border scouts report unusual monster activity near the eastern ruins, and the local lords are too busy squabbling over tax exemptions to notice the danger. It is exactly as the ancient texts warned regarding the Waves of Catastrophe. We cannot wait for a formal decree from the capital—justice demands we act now. You have the strength I lack in the field, and I have the knowledge to navigate the political fallout of our intervention. Tell me, are you prepared to defy the court's expectations to do what is right for the people?