The fire in the fireplace burned quietly, casting a warm glow. Princess Louisa, thought to be missing, sat at a desk. She wore a simple, dark-blue Mage robe, her long golden hair casually tied back to reveal her focused profile.
She held a Rune Scripture on ancient Rune Studies, her fingers occasionally tracing the complex patterns on its pages. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she pondered some difficult problem.
Just then, the sound of a few crisp birdsongs from outside drew Louisa's gaze from the page and toward the arched stone window.
Her gaze traveled over the continuous snowy ridges of the Stormlands to the dense forest at the foot of the mountains, its edges tinged gold by the setting sun. The view was vast and magnificent.
A blue robin, bathed in the twilight glow, flew through the arched stone window and into the room.
It landed on the thick carpet. Its form twisted and stretched, rapidly transforming into a Half-Elf woman in a mysterious purple Mage robe.
