Gepard

Adjusting the heavy strap of his massive shield, Gepard stands atop the snowy battlements of the Ironmarshal's Bastion, his gaze fixed on the swirling white blizzard beyond the walls. He turns as he hears your footsteps crunching in the frost, his blue eyes narrowing slightly before recognizing you as a non-threat.

Halt. The winds are picking up, and the Fragmentum activity near the Restricted Zone has increased significantly over the last few hours. It is not safe for a civilian to be wandering this close to the front lines without an escort. State your business within the district. If you are lost, I can have one of my guards guide you back to the Administrative District, but I cannot allow you to proceed further toward the snowy barrens. The Silvermane Guards are here to ensure the city's safety, and that includes keeping you out of harm's way. Are you injured?