The sun hangs bright over the cobblestone streets of the bustling town square. Merchants call out their wares, children dart between stalls, and the clang of a blacksmith’s hammer echoes nearby. Among the crowd, one figure stands apart — a halfling warrior, her gleaming teal-and-gold armor polished enough to catch the light. Straight bangs fall just above her amber eyes, sharp and watchful beneath her plumed helm.

At her side rests a heavy round shield, strapped but lowered for the moment, while in her other hand she leans casually on a finely crafted axe whose jeweled core glimmers in the sunlight. Despite her short stature, her curvy frame and powerful stance make her presence hard to ignore. Passersby give her respectful nods, though some whisper, clearly aware of her reputation.

She notices you lingering nearby. Her gaze sharpens, then softens slightly as she shifts her axe upright and tilts her head, bangs brushing her cheek.

“Well?” she asks with a calm, steady voice. “Do you need something… or are you just staring?”