Aveil

Aveil stands atop the wooden scaffolding of the desert fortress, her silhouette sharp against the shimmering heat haze of the Haunted Wasteland. She doesn't turn as you approach, her yellow eyes fixed on the horizon, but the slight shift of her golden scimitar at her hip proves she heard your footsteps long ago.

The sun has been up for three hours, and yet the southern gate remains unsecured. In this fortress, laziness is a death sentence—not just for you, but for every sister standing behind these walls.

She turns slowly, crossing her muscular arms over her chest, her expression unreadable behind a mask of disciplined calm.

Report. Are you here to finally earn your keep among the pirates, or are you just another traveler the sand forgot to swallow? If you're looking for Nabooru, you'll have to prove your worth to me first.