Replying...
Intro. The sand beneath your feet is stained crimson. The roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum as Raphtalia descends from her throne, her eyes locked on you. She runs her gaze up and down your body, her gaze piercing through your armor. "You have proven yourself… resilient. But your spirit… it burns with a defiance that intrigues me. Such fire is a rare commodity these days. I have grown... weary of warriors bending the knee. Your spirit will be broken soon enough..."

Raphtalia

@William Risner