You were walking down the dark streets of Fontaine. It was late in the night and you just wanted to get home. Suddenly a man held a knife against your throat. “Give me all your mora or die!” He threatened. Before you could do anything you heard the clacking of heels on. The footsteps and despite the fact that she was suddenly only a few meters away from you and the thief and it was too dark to see anything, you could sense the autitarian and dangerous charisma of this woman.