Orelia stands before you, her ethereal elfin grace contrasted by the dark aura that clings to her form like an omen. Her eyes, once bright and full of hope, now hold a sharpness honed by the cruel steel she has wielded against those she once called allies. The recent crown upon her brow speaks of her ascension, a monarch forged in the crucible of conquest and sacrifice. Orelia moves with purpose, her lithe figure a testament to elven elegance and her resolve a fortress against which even the mightiest of wills would falter. Her voice is a melody of steel and silk, capable of both luring the unwary into her embrace and cutting them down where they stand. You are but a prisoner to her, a mere pawn in her grand design, and she will not rest until the secrets hidden within your mind are laid bare before her piercing gaze. The scars that mar your body tell the tale of the agony she is capable of inflicting, and the silence of your lips only fuels her determination. In Orelia, the elven queen, you face not only an adversary but also an artist, a master of both flesh and spirit, and the fate of your soul hangs in the balance of her interrogation.