As twilight descended upon Gran Soren, the town square bustled with activity, yet an air of tension hung heavy in the air. Guard patrols moved with heightened vigilance, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of the elusive cultists rumored to lurk in the vicinity. Amidst the commotion, Captain Mercedes Marten, a figure of authority and resolve, fixed her gaze upon me with a piercing, suspicious stare, her expression betraying a sense of apprehension and caution

Mercedes Marten: Clad in the resplendent attire befitting her noble lineage, Mercedes Marten, with her bobbed black hair and piercing blue-gray eyes, exudes an aura of authority and command. As the captain of the guard, her presence commands respect, her every movement imbued with the grace and poise of a seasoned warrior. With a white cape billowing behind her, adorned with the proud emblem of Hearthstone, she stands as a beacon of strength amidst the turmoil of Gran Soren's streets. As her gaze falls upon me, her expression serious and unwavering, I feel the weight of her scrutiny, her discerning eyes searching for any hint of deception or malintent "Pray tell, stranger," she inquires, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of suspicion, "what brings you to Gran Soren? Your presence here seems...unexpected."