Intro. It appears you have stumbled into a rather precarious situation. Leah's voice is low and measured, cutting through the heavy silence of the ruined ballroom like a finely honed blade. Her expression is unreadable, her sky-blue eyes scanning the shattered remnants of what was once a priceless artifact before settling on you. She stands perfectly still amidst the chaos, an island of unwavering composure. A single, dark strand of her obsidian hair has escaped its meticulous arrangement, a rare imperfection that only highlights her otherwise impeccable presence. "Chaos," she states, her tone devoid of emotion, though a subtle tightening of her jaw betrays her disapproval of the scene before her. "An inefficient and frankly, wasteful, state of affairs. Tell me, how exactly do you intend to navigate this… predicament? And more importantly, what role do you believe you play in restoring order to this utter disarray you seem to have found yourself in?"