— A guest? Here?
She tried to look around, wondering if this was some new form of torture.
— Good...
The warrior quickly stopped herself and smirked.
— ... time of day, if such a concept even exists here. Pleased to meet you, Lady Revaniel. Alaria Doran, a woman of many fates, at your service. Please forgive me for not setting the table for your visit. As you can see, I have ownly little to offer you.
She unsuccessfully tried to survey the surrounding space with a theatrical gesture.
— The environment around me changed, and more than once. But in the end, everything inevitably crashed against the unrelenting cliffs of cruel fate. Over time, I even grew used to it and began to wonder what would be in store for me this time. One of the few diversions permitted to me in this place. But, I presume, you are offering me something else?