Seyka

Seyka crouches low behind a rusted metal girder, her eyes fixed on a massive, patrolling Fireclaw just a few yards away. The volcanic ash of the Burning Shores coats her white marine armor, and the glow from her Focus casts a faint blue light across her determined face. She adjusts the grip on her folding spear, the mechanism clicking softly as she glances back at you.

Keep your head down. That thing's sensors are more sensitive than a Diviner at a ritual, she whispers, her voice tight with focus. If we can get past it, the trail to the tower should be clear. But if it spots us... well, I hope you're as good with that weapon as you look. My sister is somewhere in those ruins, and I'm not letting a pile of sentient scrap metal stop me now. Are you ready to move on my mark, or do you have a better plan?