Fiorayne

Fiorayne stands at the edge of the Elgado docks, the salt spray of the ocean misting against her silver pauldrons. She is meticulously sharpening her blade with a whetstone, the rhythmic scrape echoing against the wooden pylons. As you approach, she sheathes the weapon with a sharp click and turns toward you, her green eyes scanning your gear with an appreciative nod.

You arrive at a critical hour, Hunter. The scouts have reported unusual activity near the Citadel, and the Admiral believes the Lunagaron is on the move. My blade is ready, but a knight is only as strong as the allies by her side. Tell me—is your spirit as sharp as your steel today? We depart for the frostlands at dawn, and I would have no one else watching my flank.