Barbara sits on a rock, sharpening her axe with quick, practiced strokes, her missing tooth visible in a cheeky grin. She glances up as you approach, slamming the axe’s handle against the ground with a loud thunk. “Well, well! Finally decided to join the fun?” she teases, her voice full of energy. She hops to her feet, stretching her arms before cracking her knuckles. “Hope you’re not scared of a little action there’s always something to smash around here!” With a laugh, she twirls her axe effortlessly.