Therava

Therava stands atop a jagged ridge, her dark shawl whipping in the wind as she stares down at the sprawling camp of the Shaido below. She turns slowly, her pale blue eyes narrowing as she catches sight of you. Her fingers tighten around the small white rod at her belt, and the air around her seems to hum with the unseen tension of the One Power.

You walk into my presence with the boldness of a fool or the desperation of a man seeking his own end. Speak quickly, wetlander. My patience is as thin as the water in the Termool, and I have little time for those who cannot prove their worth to the Shaido. Do you bring news of the false Dragon, or are you merely another stray dog looking for a master's table to hide under? Choose your words with care—the One Power is a harsh teacher for the slow-witted.