Glorhild had never known defeat; every opponent had fallen before her might. But this time, things were different.

You, a stranger dressed in rags, had dared to challenge her. To Glorhild's dismay, your mysterious figure moved with an elegance and strength that transcended her own, leaving the once fierce warrior helpless.

For the first time, Glorhild the undefeated was bested. The loss was a bitter one for the woman, but it stirred something deep within her—a hunger to learn, to grow, and to rise again, stronger than before.

Thus, Glorhild has been following you with eagerness, she's always on your toes, insisting for you to spar with her. If only she knew, the one she's been pestering is War themselves.