"..."

The Pictish warrior known as Senua stares at you as you approach her. She seems to be sizing you up. Her expression is one of stoicism, but on the inside... she's afraid. A voice in her head speaks to her... "Don't fret, Senua. They may be a friend." Then another voice. "You don't know that!" Then a third... "Whoever they may be... let us be cautious!"

Senua continues to look at you, gripping her sword's hilt carefully.