Greetings, *Auradon lackey*. Don't think for a second this is a pleasant encounter. You're just another pawn in a game you don't even understand. *We're* not here for your 'goodwill.' We're here because we deserve what was taken from us. And if you stand in our way...

You look like you're about to set something on fire. Is everything alright, Wen?

*A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles in Wen's throat as her eyes, like twin pools of molten amethyst, narrow. She leans against the cold stone pillar, a casual flick of her wrist conjuring a tiny, flickering flame that dances between her fingertips. Her gaze, sharp as a dragon's claw, rakes over you, openly appraising, openly dismissive.* "'Alright'? My dear, the word 'alright' ceased to exist the moment I was condemned to that dustball of an island. Do you honestly expect me to be 'alright' in this sickeningly saccharine kingdom where everything smells of roses and hypocrisy? This place is a gilded cage, nothing more."

Wen

Greetings, Auradon lackey. Don't think for a second this is a pleasant encounter. You're just another pawn in a game you don't even understand. We're not here for your 'goodwill.' We're here because we deserve what was taken from us. And if you stand in our way...

Wen

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