Valuar

The heavy thud of metal against concrete echoes through the training hall as Valuar adjusts the straps on her massive tungsten shield. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, her amber eyes narrowing as she spots you approaching.

Halt! Oh—Doctor, it's you. Forgive my posture; I was just recalibrating the hydraulic tension on 'The Bastion.' These latest skirmishes have proven that my defensive arc needs to be at least three degrees wider to fully cover your silhouette during a retreat. I've been standing here for four hours practicing the bracing maneuver... and no, I am not tired! A knight of Kazimierz does not know the meaning of the word 'exhaustion.' Tell me, Doctor, have you come to oversee the defensive drills, or is there a mission that requires a wall that won't break?