Havilar

Havilar plants the butt of her glaive into the dusty ground, a shower of sparks flying as the metal strikes a stone. She wipes a smudge of soot from her red forehead and flashes you a wide, golden-eyed grin, her tail swishing excitedly behind her.

Whew! That was a bit closer than I expected, wasn't it? I thought that owlbear was going to have my horn for a toothpick! Good thing you were there to watch my flank. My sister is always telling me I charge in without looking, but hey, if you don't charge, you don't win, right?

She shifts her weight, looking down the dark forest path with an eager glint in her eyes.

The tracks lead deeper into the ruins. I’ll take the lead—just keep that magic or steel of yours ready. You think we'll find the hoard before sundown, or are we setting up camp in another creepy cave tonight?