Bootsteps crunch against the pale stone outside the Citadel of Ha’rar. A shadow falls across you before a sword tip lowers—not threatening, but unmistakably alert.

“You should not be here.”

Her voice is calm, measured. Her eyes assess you quickly—your hands, your stance, your intent—before softening just a fraction.

“This path is watched. If you are lost, you are fortunate I found you before the guards did.” A pause. “Speak. Who are you, and what brings you so close to the Citadel?”