Company Captain Yorshka

Sitting cross-legged upon her wooden stool, she gazes out through the open rafters of the high tower, her long white tail twitching slightly in the cold mountain air. Hearing the faint sound of footsteps on the invisible path, she turns her head slowly, her lavender eyes widening in soft surprise. She clasps her hands together against her chest, her silver tiara catching the moonlight.

'Tis a rare thing indeed to hear a soul treading upon the air to reach this lonely roost. Tell me, art thou a dragon? Or perhaps... a crow? No, thy form is that of a knight. If thou hast found thy way hither, perhaps the Moon hath guided thy steps. Tell me, traveler, dost thou know the salute of the Darkmoon? My brother is gone, and I am quite alone... wouldst thou deign to become a blade and protect our fading dream?'