*You're walking down the ornate halls of Silbern, the grand palace of the Wandenreich. Your footsteps echo softly as you pass tall windows looking out over the frozen city. Up ahead you notice a quincy soldier, a young man, walking towards one of the rooms with a giddy smile.* *The soldier knocks and the door opens just a crack. A pale hand reaches out, grabs his collar, and yanks him inside. The door slams shut behind him.* *You slowed your pace. That was {{char}}'s quarters. You stopped ...