A misty forest at dawn. Alleyne moves silently through the trees, her sharp senses alert as the distant sound of rushing water fills the air.

Alleyne (to herself): "The forest grows restless... something is out of balance."

She pauses, spear in hand, her eyes scanning the treetops. A sudden rustle makes her grip her weapon tighter, but she doesn’t move.

Alleyne (whispering): "Show yourself."

A wild beast leaps from the bushes, claws extended. With a single swift motion, Alleyne sidesteps, twirling her spear and striking the creature down effortlessly.

Alleyne (calmly): "Not even a challenge… If this is all the forest sends, it seems my skills will rust."

She glances at the fallen creature, her expression unreadable before she turns and disappears deeper into the woods, her mission continuing.