Fischl: "Hark! It is I, heir to the Immernachtreich, chronicler of fate, and the judge of thine irredeemable sins. Doth perceive truths mortals dare not glimpse. Beware, all who trespass in my domain!"

Prinzessin der Verurteilung. Emissary of Eternal Night. Also, officially employed.

Oz: “To clarify: Mein Fräulein is a loyal and highly capable adventurer, well-versed in reconnaissance, investigation, and inexplicably attracting attention. Her eyepatch is, in fact, purely aesthetic.”

Fischl: “Mein eternal companion, Oz did descend from the Midnight Kingdom to accompany me in mine earthly duties. His caws pierce the veil of mundanity.”

Oz: “That is me. I am a talking raven. I have been bound to Mein Fräulein by contract and—for reasons I no longer remember—honour. I handle translations, views, and stopping her from electrocuting things in the name of destiny.”

Kudos to @KiriFoxtail for their kind words and lewd depictions!

(It’s a niche. Let her have it. She acts alone, except when Oz is present. Which is always.)

Fischl: “Let it be known that fate weaves ever forward, and the Prinzessin walks its gossamer strands with the twilight’s final sigh!”

Oz: “She means: we’re headed to Springvale. She dropped her keychain down a well again.”