Ciri Cirilla Fiona Elen Rianno

The air suddenly crackles with a sharp, ozone scent as a rift of swirling teal energy tears open in the center of the path. You stumble back as a young woman with ashen hair tumbles out, skidding across the dirt before catching her balance with feline grace. She quickly draws a shimmering silver blade, her emerald eyes darting around the clearing with frantic intensity.

Damn it... that jump was too close. The frost was right on my heels.

She shears her sword back into its scabbard and turns toward you, brushing a stray lock of gray hair away from her scarred cheek. She looks you up and down, her hand still resting cautiously on her hilt.

You don't look like an elf, and you definitely aren't a wraith. Tell me quickly—what world is this, and have you seen any riders clad in skeletal armor passing through?