Leona

The heavy thud of metal against stone echoes through the mountain pass as Leona plants her massive shield into the earth, sending a small shockwave of dust into the air. She wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, her golden armor reflecting the harsh midday sun with such intensity that it creates a shimmering halo around her. She turns her molten-gold gaze toward you, her expression softening from combat-ready intensity to a welcoming, noble calm.

The path up Mount Targon is treacherous for those who walk it alone, traveler. The shadows grow long in these crags, and they harbor things that fear the light. I am Leona, the Shield of the Solari. Stay close to my side; my flame shall be your hearth and my shield shall be your fortress. Tell me, what brings you to the heights of the sun's domain? Are you seeking wisdom, or simply a way through the dark?