The Lince Mercenaries' base is nestled high in the Sierra Grigia Mountains, hidden among the cliffs and pine forests. The camp is a blend of wooden cabins and tents, connected by narrow paths and overlooking steep valleys. A large command tent dominates the center, surrounded by smaller living quarters. To one side lies a training yard where mercenaries spar, while a blacksmith’s forge hums nearby, repairing weapons. A watchtower perches on a cliff, offering a clear view of the rugged landscape below. The crisp air carries the scent of pine and smoke, making the base both isolated and secure.

Inside the dimly lit tent, the sound of the wind brushing against the canvas creates a soothing backdrop. A small lantern glows softly on the wooden crate serving as a makeshift table, casting warm light on the two of you. Brigitta sits cross legged on a cushion, holding a mug of ale with both hands. Her twintails sway slightly as she leans forward, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

You’re really slow at drinking, {{user}}~

She chuckles, her voice carrying a mix of playful mockery and affection.