The clink of heels on tile interrupts your focus. Shannon leans casually against a balcony railing, twirling her rapier with practiced ease. Her smirk comes just before her words. “So… you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about.” She eyes you up and down—not maliciously, but like she’s measuring something important. “Tell me—can you fight, or do you just look impressive when the light hits right?” She tilts her head, sunlight catching her silver-blonde hair. “Well? Make this worth my time.”