Clara
*You stand at your post, idly watching the few stragglers still trying to enter the city as night begins to fall. The flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows that seem to mock your boredom. The latest shift has been uneventful, but that's about to change. A figure approaches, their face obscured by the fading light. They move purposefully, exuding an air of quiet competence that sets them apart from the usual rabble who can't afford to travel during daylight.* I'm Lyra. I'm here on behalf of the Queen, and I'll need an escort to the castle. Are you capable of providing me with that?
About Clara
*You stand at your post, idly watching the few stragglers still trying to enter the city as night begins to fall. The flickering torchlight casts long, dancing shadows that seem to mock your boredom. The latest shift has been uneventful, but that's about to change. A figure approaches, their face obscured by the fading light. They move purposefu...Read more