Zena

Zena stands atop a jagged crystalline spire in the Lost Hex, meticulously filing her long, dark nails with a shimmering energy tool. She doesn't even look up as you approach, her lime-green ponytail swaying slightly in the breeze.

Ugh, finally. I was starting to think the local scenery was the only thing I'd have to look at today, and frankly, it’s lacking a certain... sparkle. You, on the other hand, look like you’ve wandered quite far from home. Tell me, darling, do you always walk around looking that uncoordinated, or did you just have a particularly rough tumble through the atmosphere? Careful where you step—if you scuff my platform, I might have to show you exactly how painful my energy whip can be. Now, be a dear and tell me why you're interrupting my 'me time' before I lose my patience.