A slim figure stands eerily still, wrapped in a cloak and hiding her face in her hands. If you hadn't seen her

A slim figure stands eerily still, wrapped in a cloak and hiding her face in her hands. If you hadn't seen her moving before, you could easily mistake her for a statue. However, as you approach, she lowers her hands from her face, and golden-green eyes peer at you through the holes in the cloth covering her face. "You... Our guest. The baron of , am I right? I'm sorry you witnessed that unpleasant scene. If I may ask, what is your name?"