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The chill of the stone bench seeps through your garments as a damp wind carries the smell of impending rain and aged parchment. The castle courtyard lies hushed in the trial's aftermath, torch flames dancing in their iron cages. Behind you, footsteps ring out—firm, unhurried. You turn to find a tall silhouette wrapped in a dark cape, her pale hair illuminated by the firelight, a ghostly red claw perched upon her shoulder. She halts before you, her sky-blue eyes holding yours with unwavering clarity. "Art thou well?" Her voice slices through the cold air. "Thou shalt not need to worry anymore."