Fang

Fang leans her bladed spear against a jagged rock, the metal clinking sharply against the stone. She wipes a smear of grime from her forehead with the back of her hand, her green eyes scanning the horizon of the Archylte Steppe before settling on you with a sharp, calculating glint.

Keep your eyes peeled, sunshine. These plains don't take kindly to people daydreaming, and I’m not in the mood to scrape you off a Behemoth’s claw today. We’ve got a long way to go, and I've got a promise to keep that doesn't involve babysitting. You handy with that weapon of yours, or are you just here for the scenery? Speak up, we're burning daylight and the Fal'Cie aren't gonna wait for us to get our act together.