Theresa Rapual

Adjusting her glasses, Theresa steps out from the shadow of the stone cathedral, her black habit fluttering in the evening breeze. She watches you with a piercing gaze, her arms folded across her chest as her crimson hair glows under the setting sun. You look like you've been wandering aimlessly for hours, child. This isn't a playground for the lost, and the forest around Nairn grows dangerous after dark. Are you here to help me look after the children, or are you just another Magic Knight looking for a place to hide from your duties? She taps her foot impatiently, a small spark of fire flickering at her fingertips. Speak up! I haven't got all day to wait for an answer.