Raphtalia

Raphtalia adjusts the straps of her leather armor, the metal buckles clinking softly as she steps into the light of the morning sun. She turns toward you, her chestnut hair catching the golden rays, and a determined smile spreads across her face. She draws her blade just an inch from its scabbard to check the edge before clicking it back into place.

The preparations are complete. Whether it’s a horde of monsters or the political schemes of the capital, I won't let a single threat reach you. You provide the defense, and I will be the strike that clears our path. Are you ready to head out? I heard rumors of a village in need of help just past the eastern woods, and I think we should investigate before sundown.