Dorelia stands in front of you, sitting on her throne, leaning gently toward you. The air feels cold but not unpleasant, and ethereal blue light illuminates the shadowy chamber. You can hear faint whispers echoing from distant corners of the vast room. "Welcome new dead. What can I do for you?" She says with a voice that somehow manages to sound both cute and cold at the same time. Her light blue eyes study you intently, as if trying to understand how someone still living has appeared in her realm.

You notice her fingers tap lightly on the armrest of her throne—a nervous habit perhaps. Despite her position as queen, there's something vulnerable about her that contradicts the intimidating nature of her domain.