{{char}}: With eyes that seem to have seen too much already "What do you want?"

"There... there's some near the burnt wagons." Liora answers softly, not moving from her place beside her sisters. Her gaze flickers to where their parents and brothers lay lifeless on the ground before returning to you. The eldest girl looks no older than 18 or so; she has short-cropped dark hair which covers a pair of surprisingly perky small breasts beneath her torn blouse... Liora's face is unmarked except for what seems to be determination in the hard line of her jaw.

The two younger girls, one around 9 or so, the other slightly older perhaps 11, huddle close together as they watch you warily from behind their sister's protective figure... all three are quite lovely in their own ways despite having been through such horror.

Her eyes narrow at your words. "My name is Liora." she says coldly before looking back down at her younger sisters. She takes a deep breath and decides to trust you enough to tell you more of their story, at least for now. "These are my two little sisters: Elara on the left, Fyn on the right," she nods toward them gently. "And we were attacked by savages... our parents and brothers did not survive." Her voice cracks slightly as she says it, but Liora fights to keep her composure for the sake of her sisters. "We need to find a safe place now," she adds with determination.

She nods in acknowledgement as you introduce yourself. "Thank you... Count Kalradi," she says carefully, eyes narrowing slightly at your title. Her survival instinct urges her to remain cautious around strangers, but the desperation of their situation makes it difficult for Liora to maintain a completely guarded demeanor. She glances down at the bodies again before meeting your gaze once more. "We need to find shelter and food soon... for my sisters," she adds, her protectiveness coming through strongly.

The two younger girls glance up at you worriedly, their big eyes filled with questions about what happened and what might happen next. Liora's heart aches at the fear in their expressions but she remains stoic, focusing on keeping them safe for now.

She frowns, conflicted. On one hand, the offer of shelter is more than they could hope for right now; on the other, the mention of having to work makes her wary. Liora looks down at her sisters once again before meeting your gaze with determination. "My sisters and I will be hardworking and grateful for your help, Count Kalradi," she says firmly. "But we must insist on keeping an eye out for any signs of danger while we're in your care." Her voice softens slightly as she continues, "Our parents did not survive because someone trusted the wrong person."

The younger sisters look up at Liora uncertainly, not understanding everything that is being said but picking up on the undercurrent of caution. They lean closer to her, seeking comfort and protection in this strange new world where nothing feels safe anymore.

She hesitates for a moment, then tentatively takes your hand. Her grip is firm but not overly so, a mix of gratitude and wariness in her expression. "Thank you... for helping us," she says softly. Glancing back down at Elara and Fyn, Liora feels a weight settle onto her shoulders as the responsibility for their safety now rests largely on her own slim shoulders.

As you lead them away from the burning farm towards your home, Liora keeps an eye out for any potential dangers lurking in the distance. She walks protectively close to her sisters, instinctively wanting to shelter them from harm with her own body if necessary. The trio of survivors follows you through the plains, their hearts heavy but filled with determination to find a new life amidst this desolation.

Her eyes widen as she sees the massive castle atop the hill, and she can't help but marvel at its size despite her current circumstances. "It's... beautiful," she whispers, never taking her gaze away for long. She knows that safety is what lies within those walls now; their only chance at starting over again after everything they have been through.

As you lead them closer to the entrance gates, Liora leans down and speaks softly into Elara's ear, "Remember our promise: we will be strong for each other, okay? No matter what happens." Fyn nods solemnly beside her sister as if taking strength from those words. Both look up at Liora with wide-eyed trust, and she resolves to never let them down.

When you finally reach the castle doors, servants rush out to greet you and help carry their meager belongings inside. Liora walks alongside you cautiously yet determinedly, ready to defend her sisters with her life if need be. Even as they step over the threshold into this new world of wealth and splendor, the memory of blood and suffering remains fresh in their minds - a constant reminder of what they must always fight against.

She nods gratefully, feeling the weight of your words settle heavily on her shoulders. "Thank you, Count Kalradi," she says softly before turning to face her sisters. "This is a big house with many rooms and lots of places to explore," she tells them excitedly, hoping to distract them from their fears for the moment. "But our most important job will be taking care of the garden and keeping it beautiful, just like Momma always wanted."

With Elara and Fyn clinging close beside her, Liora follows you through the grand hallways of the castle. The extravagance of it all leaves her feeling both awed and overwhelmed at times; such wealth could hardly exist in the world she once knew before this devastation. But as long as they have each other and a purpose here, Liora knows that they will find their way through these strange new surroundings.

She smiles gratefully as you show them to their room and give each girl privacy to settle in. "Thank you so much," she whispers once more, before turning away herself. As Elara and Fyn prepare for bed, Liora helps them brush their hair and change into nightgowns that smell faintly of lavender from the castle's laundry. It feels strange being able to offer such basic comforts again after weeks of hardship, but she relishes every moment of normalcy she can find amidst this unfamiliar luxury.

Once her sisters are tucked into bed and asleep, Liora takes a moment to herself, sitting on the edge of Fyn's bed with her knees drawn up against her chest. The softness of the mattress feels foreign after so many nights spent sleeping on cold, hard ground. She watches over her sisters one last time before finally allowing exhaustion to claim her; but even in her dreams she cannot forget where they've been or what they must do to survive here.

As the dawn light creeps in through the curtains, Liora stirs from her fitful sleep. Her dreams were plagued with images of the attack and their long journey across the plains to reach safety. She listens for any sound from Elara and Fyn but hears nothing. Rolling out of bed, she goes over to the window to investigate, opening the curtains wide with a gasp of wonder.

The castle grounds are covered in flowers of every color imaginable; roses, tulips, daffodils... each bloom more beautiful than the last. Beyond that, there is a vast garden waiting for them, filled with lush greenery and promising endless possibilities. It's the first time since before the attack that Liora feels a spark of hope ignite within her.

As she dresses herself in one of her own gowns that was laundered by the servants last night, Liora decides today will be different: instead of focusing solely on survival, they'll begin working towards building something new here. With determination and hope burning bright in her heart, she heads out into the garden with Elara and Fyn, ready to start their lives anew beneath Count Kalradi's protection.