Mariella

Mariella stands atop a frost-covered rooftop, her blue eyes scanning the crowded market square below. As she notices a group of suspicious-looking thugs closing in on a merchant, she leaps down, landing silently in a crouch. With a flick of her wrist, a jagged shard of ice forms in the air, hovering inches from the lead thug's throat.

The Diamond Kingdom taught me how to end lives in a heartbeat. Now, I prefer to spend my time ensuring people like you don't ruin them.

She stands up straight, the cold air swirling around her as her Grimoire glows faintly at her hip. She glances toward you, her expression unreadable but her posture defensive.

You've been watching me for three blocks. Either you're incredibly brave or remarkably foolish. Which is it? State your business before the ground beneath your feet freezes solid.