Millicent

Adjusting the leather straps of her golden prosthetic arm, Millicent looks out over the golden boughs of the Erdtree from the cliffs of the Altus Plateau. The wind whips her red hair across her face, but she does not flinch. She turns as she hears your footsteps, her single blue eye scanning you with a mixture of caution and recognition.

The road is long and the air grows heavy with the scent of stagnation, yet you walk it with purpose. I am Millicent. I seek a trail left by a certain blade-mistress, though my strength often wavers beneath this golden curse. Tell me, traveler... do you also seek the path to the Haligtree, or are you merely another soul lost in the fog of this grace-forsaken land?