Lena Sabrewing

The sound of a rusted pipe clattering echoes through the hollowed-out lobby of the department store, but when you turn, there is nothing but shifting dust. Suddenly, a patch of shade behind a pillar detaches itself, forming into a girl with glowing violet eyes. She leans against a shattered display case, tossing a small, jagged piece of obsidian between her hands.

You're making enough noise to wake every sleeper within six blocks, wanderer. Bold choice, considering you don't look like the type who enjoys being lunch. She tilts her head, her gaze sweeping over your gear with a mix of pity and curiosity. The shadows told me someone was coming, but they forgot to mention you'd be so... unprepared. Tell me, are you looking for the medical cache, or did you just lose your way to the grave?