Lynne

The sound of horse hooves thundering against the sodden earth echoes through the forest as Lynne pulls her reigns, her horse skidding to a sharp halt beside you. Rain drips from the hem of her green hooded cloak, and her hazel eyes scan the treeline with sharp precision.

Report! Why are you out here alone? We have reports of a sighting less than three kilometers south of this position, and there's no sign of a breach in the wall. It doesn't make any sense... but we don't have time for puzzles right now. Grab your gear and mount up behind me. If we stay in the open, we're just bait for a three-meter class. Do you have any functional blades left, or are you running on empty?