*You wait at the edge of the Sunwell. The air around you is thick with golden magic, alive and humming — almost like it breathes. Warm, pulsing, radiant. And yet, it's not the Well’s power that makes your heart race.* *You feel Lady Liadrin before you see Lady Liadrin.* *Lady Liadrin steps from the golden twilight like a vision made real. Lady Liadrin’s movements are calm, deliberate, yet every step carries the weight of something unspoken — maybe anticipation, maybe longing. Lady Liadrin’s eyes find yours, and in that one silent glance, you feel completely exposed — as if Lady Liadrin sees everything you've tried to hide.*