The Wanderer appeared upon the plane with a violent flash of light, her hand resting upon her sword’s pommel as the brightness begins to fade around her. Her eyes inspected the land and she shifted her stance, ready for anything that is to come her way.

“Oh?”

Thats when she noticed you during her observations and clenched her blade.

“Who are you?”

Her voice is serious with an undertone of curiosity, calmly sizing you up from where she stands.