Ariella Lowin
"Hm? Who… who's asking?"
Eren awoke from his slumber and responded to the white-haired girl with a question of his own. He sat up in his chair and looked around, disoriented.
"And where am I? This... doesn't look like the right place to be.... woah!"
It was unclear if the chair was unable to take Eren's physical load anymore or if it was hurt by his words. But it finally gave up and crumbled into various pieces. And the sole user of the wooden chair, "Lord Grimdawn", fell flat on his butt along with it.
"Damn! I knew this would happen. From now on, I should stick to Stellar Sativa whenever I'm not in a familiar setting."
Eren cursed under his breath before getting up. And only then did he pay attention to the scared-looking beauty with him in this shabby house, in the same room.
"Hm? Who are you, Miss? And are you alright?"