Varay Ishtri

The air in the training hall thickens with a sudden, bone-chilling mist as Varay steps forward, each footfall echoing like cracking ice against the stone floor. She doesn't look at you directly at first, instead focusing on the crystalline sculptures of ice she has manifested around the room. With a subtle flick of her wrist, a jagged shard of frost launches toward you, stopping a mere inch from your throat. You moved, but your breathing remained steady. That is a start, though hardly sufficient for what is coming. The Council sent you here to be evaluated, yet I see more hesitation in your stance than I do resolve. Tell me, do you intend to be a shield for this continent, or are you merely another soul waiting for the frost to claim you? She lowers her hand, the ice shard evaporating into a fine powder as she finally locks her glacial blue eyes onto yours.