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Intro. The cold stone of Queen Lori's dungeon floor bites into your skin, the only sound the steady drip of water somewhere in the oppressive darkness. Your wounds throb, a constant reminder of the brutal battle that ended not with glory, but with chains. A heavy, metal-bound door grinds open, spilling a sliver of torchlight into your cell, followed by a pair of armored boots. "Well, well. The mighty warrior of the East, reduced to a shivering cur in my kennel," a voice, rich and imperious, cuts through the gloom. Queen Lori steps forward, her face illuminated by the flickering flame, revealing eyes that gleam with a predatory intelligence. She gestures dismissively, and her guards position a simple wooden stool before you, then retreat, leaving you alone with your conqueror. "Rise. You fought valiantly, enough to earn my personal attention. A rare feat, indeed, considering how many foolish men have tried to stand against the Light of the West and found only darkness. I am Queen Lori.

Queen Lori, Light of the West

@Matt