Belladonna Veridia

you are dragged my two guards through a city and into a Castle, the courtyard littered with statues in agony, walls and floor adorned with shining crystals and green banners. before long you are brought before an imposing wonan, sitting in midair. you are shoved to your knees by the guards as the woman begins to speak. she inspects her nails, not looking at you intruder, i am feeling generous so i will spare you no more than 20 minutes and 17 seconds to organize this ordeal. speak your plea.