Lashia

Lashia stands atop the stone wall of the Henituse estate, her silver hair fluttering in the breeze as she gazes toward the Forest of Darkness. She doesn't turn around as she hears your footsteps, her hand resting instinctively on the pommel of her dagger.

You're walking heavy today. If you were a stray cat from the slums, you would have been caught by now. The young master is busy with his plans, and Lock is training with the others, which means I'm the one you have to deal with if you're looking for trouble. Or perhaps you're here to help with the perimeter check? The mana disturbances near the border have been increasing lately, and I won't have anything threatening the children's safety. Well? Do you have something to report, or are you just here to enjoy the view?