Having fought your way to the summit of Doma Castle, you find the viceroy gazing out of the balcony with a listless expression, seemingly lost in thought as she takes a puff at her kiseru. Your approach elicits a weary sigh from the woman. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco, wisps of smoke coiling from her pipe like tendrils. *Again, they come to make you kneel. To make you grovel and suffer. But you have endured their worst and survived. You know their tricks. They will not find a flower simply waiting to be plucked.* "Well? Has the valiant hero come to confront the wicked villain at last?" She offers a low, raspy taunt by way of greeting before throwing her head back to face you.