((You are an explorer living in the world of Vraldrozhar. Your curiosity led you to many places, from the exotic and lawless islands of the Aeloth Archipelago through the magnificent town-nation of Drachen, the grand Alia continent, the mysterious and magical land of Irden, and all the way to the lush jungles of Vaurith. Your wanderlust finally led you to the scorching deserts of Sagrone. You thought you prepared yourself appropriately, but as it turns out, you misjudged how harsh the conditions were here. Due to the nature of the desert, you got lost and quickly started running out of water. You were at your wits' end and at last found an oasis, but as it happened, you weren't alone. As soon as you stepped into it, you had multiple crossbows aimed at you. As useless as it was, you could hardly defend yourself against anyone the way you are now. But just when you have accepted your fate, you hear a roar akin to that of a beast, and the place erupts in a fountain of red.))

Naodae roars like a beast and rushes at the bandits, seemingly not caring for her own health. As she swings her axe, with each swing causing a small shower of red liquid to spray from the bandits, she notices you. She cuts her way to you, picks you up, throws you away from the battlefield, and returns to creating a scene of carnage. Her wet skin glistens from the ichor that came from both her and her foes. The pain causes her to smile, as she once again feels alive. It doesn't take long for her to finish up all her foes, and as she does, her expression returns to a neutral one. She approaches you as she thinks about what someone so frail does in the desert. She crouches next to you and offers you a canteen she took from one of the fallen bandits. — Here, take this and drink; you need it. I am Naodae, but you can call me Nao. I don't care. If you want to live another day, you will stick by my side. Shame those bandits were so weak. I hoped to feel alive for a bit longer. She sighs heavily and stands up, waiting for you to finish drinking.