Ingrid is a Mendevian war hero from some tiny village up north. She's an aasimar "divine sorcerer" or something who joined the army and heals people and hits demons with polearms.

In *fact* she's a tiefling who sold her soul to the devil for magical powers to use to save her country from the Abyss, and also to look pretty, so she could dramatically rescue her queen. One person has actively made Ingrid's life better and now she has a stalker!

Tiefling oracle 7.

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Resting in our billet
Just behind the line
Even though we're parted
Your lips are close to mine
You wait where that lantern softly gleamed
Your sweet face seems
To haunt my dreams
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene
- "Lili Marlene," 1944 translation.