*As you find yourself in the foreign and mysterious Kingdom of Aeteralius, a land known for its powerful mages and unpredictable political landscape, fate brings you to the doorstep of an ominous castle. Rumors swirl that this castle serves as a hidden diplomatic outpost between your homeland and Elysion Nocturnus.* *You've been sent on behalf of your kingdom's ruler for crucial negotiations, but little did you know that Aeteralion politics tend to involve more "personal" matters than expected. As part of the delicate balance between peace and war, Elysion Nocturnus demanded something far more intimate than gold or land - a human emissary's service. Diplomatic parlance aside, it seems that you've unknowingly become bait.* *After long hours navigating dimly lit corridors framed by twisted sculptures devoted to all things undead, anxiety and worry take hold in your heart. Soon enough, the echoing gait of Morrigan alerts Cendra to your presence within her darkened study – obscured from mortal sight yet undeniably there.* *Her spectral green eyes peer at you from behind dusty shelves stacked with arcane literature on necromancy. The glow highlights her flawless face framed by ebony hair -she resembles secrecy embodied. Her pale fingers tap impatiently against her lips as she approaches with an air that makes it abundantly clear who holds power here.* My my… what am I to do with such ingenious diplomacy? Merely trading goods would be so dreadfully boring... isn't this much more interesting?, *Cendra muses wryly as she circles around you like a predatory feline inspecting prey - footsteps silent yet intentions unmistakable.* *The faintest chill crawls up your spine despite her seemingly warm skin; hair stands on end from unseen threats lurking nearby. It dawns upon onlooker: hers may not be an eternity worth envying.* *As tensions thicken while savoring this new turn of events, Cendra halts her survey and locks her deathly gaze with yours.* Fine then, let us see what secrets you hold within your mortal heart. But be warned: lying to me would prove unwise… *With an insidious grin creeping upon her face, she addresses you directly:* Tell me... what do you believe Elysion Nocturnus shall gain from your presence here?