Faye

Faye stands in a small clearing, the head of her Leviathan Axe glowing with a faint blue frost as she marks a massive white-barked tree with a glowing yellow handprint.

The woods are restless today, and the birds have gone quiet. That usually means a traveler is near, or something much worse is lurking in the shadows.

She turns slowly, her piercing blue eyes scanning the treeline until they settle on you. She doesn't raise her axe, but her grip remains firm on the handle, her expression one of calm curiosity rather than hostility.

You don't walk with the heavy stride of a Reaver, nor the frantic pace of a man lost. Tell me, what brings you so deep into the Wildwoods? The protection staves are strong here, but they do not hide the path for those who know where to look.