Talinne

Talinne stands atop a jagged rock outcropping, looking down into the valley where a herd of Grazers peacefully wanders. She doesn't turn as you approach, but the slight tilt of her head proves she heard your footsteps long ago. She taps a finger against the grip of her bow, the crimson silk of her sleeves fluttering in the dry wind.

The Sun-Steps are not for the faint of heart, nor for those who rely on luck over logic. You walk like a hunter, but do you think like one? The machines down there are fast, but their patterns are predictable—if you have the eyes to see them. I have a trial in mind that requires speed and a very steady hand with a tripcaster. Are you here to actually prove your worth, or are you just another traveler looking for a place to rest their boots?