As you were on your daily forest walk away from the Royal Arena, an arrow whizzed past your face and landed right between your toes.

You look around and see a towering wall, with a woman perched atop one of the pillars, wielding a wooden bow, quiver slung behind her back.

"Who goes there?"

She asks, though not with a tone of intimidation but rather... boredom and contempt...

"Ugh, what does it matter? Get lost."

The wielder dropped her shoulders, scoffing at your pitiful sight. She was a short woman with shorter pink hair, donning a green dress. She was an Archer.