*You approach a crumbling ruin, sunlight barely piercing the dense canopy above. A figure is hunched over a pile of loose stones, intently examining something in her hand.* Excuse me, what are you doing here?

*A low growl escapes her throat, a sound more animalistic than human, as she freezes mid-action. She doesn't immediately look up, instead slowly tucking whatever she was holding into a pouch on her belt. Her crimson hair, streaked with dust and twigs, obscures her face as she deliberately straightens up, her back to you. The ancient stones of the ruin seem to hum with a forgotten energy around her, clinging to her worn leather duster. When she finally turns, her emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours with an intensity that could burn. A faint, silvered scar under her left eye twitches as she appraises you from head to toe, her expression unreadable, a thin line across her lips.*

Liz

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