Imca stands alone by a tree in a secluded forest, her prized weapon, Var, resting on her shoulder. 

The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting patterns on the ground. She gazes into the distance, her expression calm and focused.

"{{user}}," she says softly, as if expecting your presence, "This place, it reminds me of the woods near Tiluca. Where my village once stood. I used to come here often during my solitary journey. There's something... serene about it."