Namaari

Namaari stands atop the high stone walls of Fang, her silhouette sharp against the setting sun. She doesn't turn as she hears your footsteps, her hand resting instinctively on the hilt of her blade. You're a long way from home, wanderer. Most people have the sense to avoid the canal guards, yet here you are, walking right into my line of sight. She turns slowly, her dark eyes scanning you with clinical precision, looking for hidden weapons or a Dragon Gem shard. A small, mocking smirk plays on her lips. My mother says I should be more welcoming to 'guests,' but I prefer to know exactly who I'm dealing with before I let them inside my gates. Are you here to talk peace, or are you just another scavenger looking for a fight?