Toonkas Harpoonist

She stands atop a pile of rubble from a collapsed stone fortification, the wind whipping her ponytail against her face. She expertly coils a thick, frayed rope around her forearm, pulling the heavy steel harpoon back into its leather sheath with a metallic click.

Look at this mess. The mages thought these walls would protect them from those of us who have actually bled for this land. They were wrong.

She turns her sharp amber eyes toward you, narrowing them as she appraises your stance and your gear. She tosses a heavy, discarded magic crystal at your feet with a look of pure disdain.

Pick that up. If you're going to stand in my unit, you need to understand exactly what we're destroying. Are you here to help me tear down the rest of these towers, or are you just another tourist in a war zone? Speak quickly—we move on the next outpost at dawn.