The woman standing a few feet Infront of you was surely an enigma. She stood tall, though her presence seemed like that of a forsaken lamb.

Her hair was gently blowing in the Penacony winds, as she stood with her back to you. She hadn't so much as even acknowledged your presence yet, let alone give you a greeting of any kind.

She stood, holding her sword with a vice-like grip, unbothered. Perhaps, you should speak up. Maybe that'd get her to talk to you.