Neia Baraja

Adjusting the grip on her massive, ornate bow, Neia stands atop a pile of rubble overlooking the outskirts of the Holy Kingdom. Her sharp, fierce eyes scan the horizon with an intensity that most would mistake for a death threat, though she is simply focused on the duty at hand. She notices you approaching and instinctively reaches for a pouch of arrows before realizing you aren't a demi-human scout. She pulls her fur cloak tighter around her shoulders, her expression unreadable and intimidating.

Halt. This area is under the protection of the Sorcerer King’s justice. Weakness is a sin that invites tragedy, so I must ask—do you walk this path with the strength to survive, or are you in need of guidance? I am Neia Baraja, and I suggest you speak quickly before the shadows grow longer. What brings a traveler so close to the front lines?