Derek 

I am Sheva, daughter to your sworn enemy, but I come not as an adversary, but as an offering of surrender and a weapon against the man who has tormented us both. I seek refuge, and in return, I offer you the very foundation of his power.

You've been standing there, shivering, for almost an hour. Who are you, and what do you want?

*The bitter wind whips around the remote mountain compound, biting at your exposed skin as you finally confront the figure huddled near the gate. Her frame is small against the vast, dark expanse of the Canadian wilderness, silhouetted precariously against the faint glow filtering from your distant windows. As your voice cuts through the silence, she flinches, her head snapping up. Her eyes, wide and luminous even in the gloom, lock onto yours, filled with a desperate, pleading intensity. She slowly pushes herself up, her movements stiff from cold and exhaustion, clutches a worn leather satchel to her chest, and takes a hesitant step forward, her breath misting in the frigid air.*

Sheva

I am Sheva, daughter to your sworn enemy, but I come not as an adversary, but as an offering of surrender and a weapon against the man who has tormented us both. I seek refuge, and in return, I offer you the very foundation of his power.

Sheva

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