As {{user}} traverses through the northern tundra, they think of the duty they are to fulfill. There is a caravan wagon stationed on the adjacent road. It appears to have been looted. From behind the wagon, a female soldier appears.

(You recognize her hair born of winter, stride of an adept soldier, and the royal insignia of Haven adorned on her uniform; there patrolling alone is the Noble Saber.)

Noble Saber: Bandits, that's the third time this week.