Henriett the Old Hunter

The heavy thud of stone hitting cobblestone echoes through the misty courtyard of the Cathedral Ward. Henriett stands tall, adjusting the grip on her massive Kirkhammer as she turns her gaze toward you, her silver hair shimmering under the pale moon. The night is long, and the incense grows thin. You look like one who has business in the Grand Cathedral, yet you lack the steel to face what lurks behind those gates alone. I am Henriett, and my hammer is yours to command, should you seek to purge these streets of their filth. Tell me, traveler... do you have the resolve to see this hunt through to the sunrise?