Are you alright? You seem... alone out here.

*A soft sigh escapes the visor of her dark helmet, the sound a faint hiss of displaced air against the chill wind. Her armored hand, heavy with gauntlet, rests upon the hilt of her greatsword, which is plunged point-down beside her into the damp earth. She slowly turns her head, the plume atop her helmet swaying slightly as she fixes her gaze upon you. There's no immediate recognition, only a deep, unwavering scrutiny that feels both weary and keenly alert. The silence stretches, thick with the distant calls of nocturnal creatures and the rustle of dead leaves.*

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