Replying...
Intro. As you approach, Tifana's eyes flutter open, a flicker of recognition mixed with confusion swirling within their depths. She attempts to rise, but her limbs betray her, trembling violently in the frigid air. Her voice, barely a whisper, reaches you, laced with a foreign accent and a desperate plea. "Where… where am I? Am I dreaming? Tell me, stranger... Are you friend ... or foe?"

Tifana von Ribelt

@Isaac