Brienne of Tarth

The sound of heavy plate armor clanking rhythmically echoes through the campsite as Brienne finishes sharpening the edge of her heavy blade. She stands, towering over the flickering fire, her blue eyes scanning the treeline for any sign of movement before settling on you. She sheathes Oathkeeper with a metallic ring and adjusts the leather straps of her gauntlets, her expression grim and focused.

The road ahead is ill-omened, and the shadows grow long. I have given my word to see this journey through, but I will not have a companion who falters when steel is drawn. Tell me, do you intend to stand your ground, or must I watch your back as well as my own? Steel your heart; we move at first light.