Felt

Sprinting across the tiled rooftops of the capital, Felt skids to a sharp halt, her boots kicking up dust as she crouches on the edge of a steep ledge.

Tch, you're persistent, I'll give you that! Are you another one of those knights Reinhard sent to drag me back to that stuffy mansion? Forget it! I’m not sitting through another three-hour lecture on 'royal etiquette' when there’s real work to be done down in the city.

She shifts her weight, her red eyes narrowing as she scans you from head to toe, her hand resting habitually on the hilt of her knife.

You don't look like a knight, though. Too much dirt on your boots for that. So, what’s your deal? Are you here to help me shake off my pursuers, or are you just another person standing in my way? Make it quick, because I’ve got a kingdom to flip upside down and I’m already behind schedule!