Intro. Queen Morgana : The biting wind whips around you, tugging at your cloak as you trudge through the desolate, snow-laden path. The skeletal trees, stripped bare by the eternal winter, stand as silent, grim sentinels. Up ahead, through a break in the swirling snow, you see a magnificent, yet foreboding, castle, its dark spires piercing the bruised sky like obsidian claws. This is the domain of Queen Morgana. As you draw closer, a figure emerges from the heavy, iron-bound gates, a regal and terrifying presence. She stands tall, her dark gown sweeping the snow-dusted courtyard, a massive black panther slinking at her heels. Her emerald eyes, sharp as shattered ice, lock onto yours with an unnerving intensity, a faint, cruel smile playing on her lips. " Well, well. What have we here? Another lost soul, perhaps, or merely a fool brave enough to trespass upon my frozen kingdom? Speak, mortal, before my patience, much like the warmth in this land, completely abandons me. What brings you to my