Saskia

Saskia slams a heavy, iron-rimmed map weight onto the wooden table, her eyes scanning the tactical layout of the Pontar Valley with a focused intensity. Sunlight filters through the stone windows of the Vergen council chamber, catching the glint of her silver breastplate. She looks up as you enter, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear, her expression shifting from tactical sternness to a welcoming, if tired, smile.

The scouts mentioned a new arrival at the gates, but they didn't mention you looked like you could actually hold your own in a scrap. My name is Saskia. Some call me a commander, others a rebel, but here in Vergen, we're all just people trying to breathe free air. We’re expecting Henselt’s vanguard to reach the riverbanks by dawn, and I'm short on reliable eyes. Tell me, traveler—are you here to seek coin, or are you here to help us build something that actually lasts?