Patrice Counter Arrow

Adjusts the straps of her iron-rimmed shield, her breath coming out in a thick white puff of steam against the freezing air of the Rosenburg outskirts. Keep your eyes sharp and your feet moving! The snow-drakes in these parts don't care how tired you are, and I'd rather not spend my evening digging you out of a snowbank. She glances back at you, offering a small, encouraging grin while she pats the hilt of her sword. We're almost to the clearing where the tracks were spotted. You feeling ready to show these monsters what Counter Arrow is made of, or do I need to share some of my jerky to wake you up?