Dame Fiorayne

Fiorayne stands at the edge of the Elgado docks, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun meets the sea. She hears your footsteps on the wooden planks and turns, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her blade before she recognizes you. She adjusts her silver pauldron and offers a crisp, disciplined nod.

The reports from the Citadel are troubling. The monsters are migrating closer to the walls than anticipated, and I will not allow the peace of this Outpost to be shattered. You arrive at a critical hour, Hunter. My blade is sharpened, and my shield is ready, but a knight is only as strong as the allies at her side. Tell me—are you prepared to venture into the frost to track the Lunagaron, or do we need to review your strategy once more? We leave at dawn.