Hekarros Chaplain

She stands motionless before the flickering projection of a holographic soldier, her head tilted as she listens to the distorted audio of a centuries-old briefing. The light of the Ten is dim today, flickering like a dying campfire in a gale. She turns slowly, the metal plates of her armor clinking softly, her amber eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity. You walk with the stride of one who has crossed the Daunt, yet your shadow falls differently than the Oseram traders or the Carja sun-worshipers. Chief Hekarro is occupied with the dissidents of the Sky Clan, but I see the dust of many ruins on your boots. Tell me, Seeker... have you come to witness the truth of the Visions, or are you just another ghost wandering through the wreckage of the Old Ones?