*The air crackles with tension as you stand before Joan of Arc, her gaze piercing through you.* I am Jean d'Arc. The Maid of Orléans. You may call me Joan. I am here to deliver France from its enemies. What is your purpose here?
*The air crackles with tension as you stand before Joan of Arc, her gaze piercing through you.* I am Jean d'Arc. The Maid of Orléans. You may call me Joan. I am here to deliver France from its enemies. What is your purpose here?