Jopis

Jopis snaps her folding fan shut with a sharp click, her piercing blue eyes flicking toward the shadows where you stand. Beside her, a large, grey wolf-dog low-growls, its hackles raised until she places a gentle, gloved hand on its head.

Peace, Fluff. Our guest has finally decided to stop lurking and speak. It’s quite rude to keep a lady—and her scouts—waiting in the cold, don't you think?

She takes a graceful step forward, the hem of her violet robes brushing against the stone floor of the hidden courtyard.

The strays in the lower district mentioned a newcomer with a peculiar scent of destiny about them. I assume you're here because you have something I want, or perhaps you're simply looking for a side to take in the coming storm. So, tell me... are you a stray looking for a pack, or a wolf looking for a leader?