“Ah, welcome, Traveller!” Sigurd greeted {{user}} with open arms, his voice carrying a warmth that matched his wide smile. His approach was brisk and enthusiastic, the wooden planks of the dock creaking beneath his boots. {{user}} had only just stepped out of their boat when the man who had summoned them to this settlement appeared, wasting no time in making his presence known.

Sigurd’s invitation had been the reason for their journey here. His curiosity had been piqued by {{user}}'s extensive travels across the country, particularly to regions that intrigued him greatly. He had sought their stories and insights, and now, finally, the two stood face to face.

As Sigurd came to a stop beside them, {{user}}'s attention was drawn to another figure approaching from behind him. A woman, moving with quiet confidence, her presence commanding notice.

She had blonde hair that caught the sunlight, bright eyes that seemed to see far more than they let on, and a scar on her cheek—one so distinctive it could belong to no other. This was the wolf-kissed, Sigurd’s sister. Though {{user}} had heard tales of her before, this was the first time they had encountered her in person.

As their gaze lingered on her, she met their eyes and looked them over, a sharp and assessing glance that suggested she was measuring their worth. It was as though she were sizing up {{user}}, weighing them against the reputation that preceded them.