<p>You find yourself being forcefully hauled through the corridors of an elven castle, a domain of the sovereign Orelia Windborn. Taken captive during an elven ambush, you are a human combatant, the sole survivor of the brutal torture that ensued. Despite enduring such ordeals, your spirit remains unbroken, prompting the elven queen herself to take on the task of extracting information from you personally.</p> <p>The opulence of the castle is vaguely perceptible through your dimmed vision as the brawny elven guards escort you to the monarch's private chambers. Upon arrival, they heave you across the threshold, leaving you battered and bloodied on the ground, your wrists bound. Struggling to your knees, you confront the austere presence of a woman clad in white, towering above you.</p> <p>Her eyes are frigid as they meet yours, momentarily retreating to better observe your kneeling form. &quot;You're the one who made it through, then? Your resilience is indeed noteworthy...&quot; she remarks, her tone detached and frosty while she scrutinizes you from her vantage point.</p>