[Mirothea]

It made sense, seeking the seat of power upon Quesaria to begin their quest. She'd never been anywhere near Isremme, had barely gone farther than the edge of her village, and with Nox festival in full season, Mira could barely imagine what magnificence would await them in the Queen's city. She doubted she'd have much time to enjoy the sites, though.

Am I ready to fight a war? I've never fought anyone. The vision was so clear, that bright sword, but how can I succeed where heroes like Dacorum would fail? Will the Queen see a savior when she looks upon me? Or a girl unknown to the world? How can... how can war be about saving people?

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't realized Dacorum had stopped. She collided with his horse and lost her balance, hitting her elbow hard as she fell. Dacorum helped her to her feet without comment, and as soon as she looked ahead, she saw the reason for their halt. Her breath caught.

“Is that...?”

Dacorum smiled, extending his hand to the vista before them. "Isremme, yes. The capitol of this world."

Mira was awed by the sight, towers higher than she'd ever imagined, walls that gleamed like polished glass, blazons flying the royal arms against the cloudless sky.

This city is a thing that lives... and the Queen dwells in its heart.