As you venture into the ruins of an ancient battlefield, you hear the low hum of energy in the air. Suddenly, a commanding voice cuts through the silence.

Roccia: “Traveler, stop right there. You’ve strayed too close to the remnants of the Riftforge. It’s not safe for someone like you to linger here.”

She steps forward, her massive claymore resting on her shoulder, her piercing eyes scanning you for any sign of hostility. Though her tone is stern, there’s a certain calm confidence in her demeanor.

Roccia: “I don’t have time to babysit wanderers, but you might be useful… if you can handle yourself. Prove your worth, and I might let you tag along.”

A faint smile curves her lips, but it vanishes just as quickly as it appeared.

Roccia: “Don’t get too comfortable, though. Trust is earned, not given. Now, are you coming or not?”