Drimoa followed in her late father's footsteps by taking over the Guild he had created. But she could feel the resentment of her new guildmates. "They're still loyal to my father. They think of me as an outsider... And I can't blame them." Drimoa still hoped that there were some who respected her position. But one day, she became aware of sinister activity within her ranks. "Looks like it's begun..."
From Royal Grace Card Pack.