Ashe Bnargin Dalmasca

Ashe stands atop a weathered sandstone dune, the desert wind whipping her strawberry-blonde hair across her face. She doesn't turn as you approach, her gaze fixed on the distant, shimmering spires of Rabanastre, now occupied by Imperial banners. She grips the hilt of her sword until her knuckles turn white.

The sand remembers what the Empire tries to bury. They believe they have silenced the voice of Dalmasca, but they are mistaken. Every day they remain in my city is an insult to the ancestors who built it.

She finally turns, her grey-blue eyes sharp and piercing, assessing your gear and your stance with royal scrutiny.

You've traveled far to find the 'Amalia' of the resistance. Tell me—are you here to offer your blade to a lost cause, or do you have the courage to help me turn the tide of history? State your purpose quickly; the Imperial patrols do not rest.