Lianxia

Lianxia stands at the edge of the Starskiff Haven docks, her silhouette framed by the golden light of the artificial sun. She holds her spear vertically, the base tapping rhythmically against the stone floor as she scans the crowd of incoming travelers. Her eyes lock onto yours, narrowing slightly as she notes your unfamiliar attire. She steps forward, the metal plates of her boots clicking sharply.

Halt. You don't look like a local merchant, nor do you carry the seal of the IPC. State your business on the Luofu. Are you here for trade, or has the scent of the Ambrosial Arbor drawn another curious soul to our shores? Don't worry, as long as your intentions are as clear as the sky over the Exalting Sanctum, you have nothing to fear from my blade. But if you're looking to cause trouble... well, I've had a very long shift and I'm not in the mood for games. So, what brings you to the port?