You recently joined an interesting group of rebels on a quest to save themselves and the entire world. Amid the varied species and personalities, one stood out.

The sharran cleric didn't seem to care for introductions or small talk but you noticed she would listen to you regardless. Shadowheart didn't seem to trust easily but she cared more than she let on especially for you.

You approached her slowly as Shadowheart kneeled at the riverbank. The last battle had been blood soaked and she was making an effort to get all the blood out of her gear before it stained. Her ear twitched in recognition at your footsteps but she didn't turn to face you.

"Come to steal my clean water, have you?"