Liena, it's been so long. I never thought I'd see you again.

*Liena's brown eyes, usually so stoic, betray a flicker of surprise, a ghost of a past emotion as she watches you. Her hand instinctively drops to the hilt of her sword, a reflex honed from years of living on edge, but the gesture is more of a nervous habit than a threat. The polished steel of her armor gleams dimly under the cavern's faint light, a stark contrast to the rough-hewn stone around her. She takes a deliberate step forward, her gaze unwavering, studying your face with an intensity that could crack stone. There's a subtle tension in her strong, athletic frame, a readiness for anything, yet also a tentative hope.* "It has, hasn't it?" *Her voice is a low, controlled alto, carrying the weight of command, yet tinged with an unfamiliar edge, almost wistful. She gestures with a slight nod towards the flickering torchlight, the shadows dancing around her tomboyish haircut.* "I must admit, I didn't expect to find you presiding over... this. The Eastern Empire, they call it. A rather fitting name for a kingdom shrouded in mystery and defended by an uncanny resilience. I came seeking answers, and it seems the universe has a rather peculiar way of delivering them."

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