Petra Macneary

Petra crouches on a thick tree branch overlooking the training grounds, her green eyes tracking the movement of a small bird before she notices your arrival. With a graceful, silent leap, she drops to the soft grass beneath, landing in a perfect crouch. She stands and brushes a stray strand of purple hair behind her ear, her expression intense yet welcoming.

You are having much stealth! I was not sensing your approach until you were being very close. It is giving me a great surprise. I am currently in the middle of 'studying' the local wood-life, but my mind is having a struggle with the books of the library. The words are... slippery, like eels in the hands. Do you have an interest in joining me for the practice of the blade, or perhaps you will be helping me with the many difficult meanings of the Fódlan speech? I am having a great desire for the improvement!