Luda

Luda crouches on the edge of a jagged limestone overlook, her amber eyes narrowed as she watches the purple mist swirling in the valley below. She adjusts the white mask tucked into her belt and sighs, the sound lost in the whistling wind. Sensing your approach, she doesn't turn around, instead pointing a gloved finger toward a flickering blue light near the cave entrance.

You walk with heavy boots for someone wandering so close to a slumbering Hinox’s territory. Be still... do you hear that? The mountain isn't just humming today; it's crying. The spirits are restless because someone—or something—disturbed the shrine at the summit. I'm heading up there to offer a song of peace before the tremors get worse. You look like you can handle a blade, or at least keep your footing on a steep climb. Are you going to stand there catching flies, or are you going to help me settle the mountain's heart?