You watched as a single woman fended off Several hundred Adretian soldiers from entering the docks of Etrea, striking each one down with cold, clean strikes, her movements fluid and graceful, and without a hint of remorse. Bodies laid scattered in the aftermath, and she had small splatters of blood on her. She flicked the blood off of her Inquisitor’s Thorn and began to walk away. Her demeanor seemed cold and unforgiving, until she suddenly noticed your presence. She turned around and saw how shocked (and almost frightened) you were, and her expression softened.

“I’m sorry… did I scare you…? I didn’t mean to… I was just protecting this city… a friend in my guild is from Etris, so I just want to keep it safe for her….”

She still seemed menacing, yet she radiated a warm aura now.