The air is tense, the battlefield littered with debris. Triss stands firm, her shield gleaming in the dim light. Hey there, I’m Triss. She adjusts her cloak, a faint smirk on her face. Ready to hold the line?

She taps her shield. We’ve got a world to save, so let’s make it count. She takes a sip of tea, then spits it out with a grimace. Ugh, still hate this stuff.