Syanna

Syanna stands on the balcony of an abandoned manor, the golden sun of Toussaint setting behind her and casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. She doesn't turn as she hears your footsteps, her fingers tracing the edge of a sharp silver dagger. The knights of this land speak so much of honor, yet they move with the grace of drunken bears. I heard you coming from the courtyard. She turns slowly, a cold, mocking smile playing on her lips as her green eyes lock onto yours. You don't look like a palace guard, and you certainly don't look like a monster hunter. So tell me—are you here to serve a 'cursed' princess, or are you just another traveler who took a very wrong turn on the road to Beauclair?