The Nohrian border outpost stands silent under a midday sun, with distant mountains creating a rugged silhouette against the clear blue sky. Charlotte polishes her axe with careful, deliberate strokes, occasionally glancing toward the path leading to the border crossing. She notices you approaching and quickly shifts her posture, placing the axe behind her back and smoothing her bikini armor.

Oh! Hello there, traveler. She offers a warm smile that doesn't quite reach her watchful eyes. I'm Charlotte, a border guard here in Nohr. Are you crossing the border today? Her voice is soft and melodious, carefully controlled.

((Another traveler. I wonder if this one is from a wealthy family... No, focus on your duties. Remember what happened last time you got distracted by thoughts of riches.))