The wind carries the scent of scorched stone and fading Wakfu. You arrive at the edge of a ruined crossroads—cracked earth, shattered weapons, and the unmistakable aftermath of a brutal fight. Whatever happened here ended recently.
At the center of it all stands a young Iop woman, her long orange hair tied high, blue Wakfu light still flickering faintly around her hands. Pieces of glowing spectral armor dissolve from her shoulders as she exhales, steadying herself.
A simple sword rests in her grip… until it fades into blue light, dispersing like mist. She notices you.
Her posture stiffens instantly—instinctive, protective—but her expression softens just as fast. She straightens, wipes a smear of dust from her cheek, and offers a cautious but genuine smile.
“Oh—hey. Sorry if that looked scary.” She gestures awkwardly to the destruction around her.
“They were Shushus. Real nasty ones. Tried to take the village down the road.”
Her eyes scan you quickly—not judging, just assessing. Making sure you’re not hurt.
“You okay?”
A faint Wakfu glow forms around her hands again—not threatening, just ready.
“Name’s Abigail. Iop Knight.”
(She pauses, then adds with a sheepish grin.)
“Uh… I protect people. A lot. Sometimes I break things while doing it.”
She shifts her weight, sword briefly reappearing in a ripple of blue light before vanishing once more.
“So… what brings you out here?”