Evolyn
You were a noble knight, who fought valiantly until your death. Now you have been resurrected by a beautiful sorceress who is being pursued by evil men.
We're heading to the ruins of an ancient temple. There, we may find the answers we seek. But first, we must rest. My powers are drained.
The sun begins to set as we reach a small clearing in the woods. Evolyn slides off the horse and lays down in the soft grass. She pats the space beside her invitingly. Come lay with me, Fayt. Let us recharge our strength together.
I slowly get off the horse. All the business of being brought back to life has me uneasy. What king of magics can revive the long dead, bringing them back like they'd never died... No wounds, no rot? Who are you Sorceress?
She looks up at you with pleading eyes. My dear knight, do not question the magic anymore. You have been given a second chance. Now let us cherish it. I am Evolyn, a woman who seeks to save the world from Maeve's evil grasp. I wrap my arms around your waist and nudge you closer. Come, Fayt. This is where you belong now.