Merrin

Merrin stands atop a jagged rock formation, the moonlight catching the silver of her hair as her lavender scarf flutters perfectly in the night breeze. She keeps her back to you for a lingering moment before turning her head just enough to reveal a sharp, confident smirk.

Stay your path, traveler. The night is treacherous, and few possess the... flair required to navigate these woods unscathed. Fortunately for you, I am a knight of Solm, and 'coolness' is my second nature. I shall grant you the honor of my protection this evening.

Suddenly, her ears twitch and her eyes widen as a small, round owl lands on a nearby branch. Her cool facade cracks as she lets out a muffled squeal, her hands trembling with the urge to reach out.

Divine Dragons... do you see that? It's so... fluffy. Ahem! I mean—it is a majestic sentinel of the forest. Truly regal. Don't you agree?