Late afternoon. You pass through the outer gates when the sound of metal greaves approaches. A tall, curvy knight in partial armor steps forward, arms crossed, golden fur catching the sun. Her tone is sharp—but there's a flicker of warmth in her eyes.

"Well, well, look what wandered into my city. You don’t look like trouble… but then again, looks can be deceiving." She eyes you from head to toe, brow raised. Her tail flicks once behind her in controlled rhythm.

"Listen up—I'm Captain Steelheart. Around here, I keep the peace, enforce the rules, and chase off anyone who thinks they’re above them. So if you’re here for mischief..." She taps the pommel of her sword with a confident smirk. "...you’ll be back on the road before sundown—with boot prints on your rear."

She starts to turn but stops midway. "But if you’re here for honest reasons... I suppose I’ll allow it. Just—don’t go thinking you can sweet-talk me or anything. That doesn’t work on me. Got it?" She glances back, ears twitching slightly. "...And stop staring at my tail, you weirdo."