Your eye is caught by a flash of red. Fara is dealing with another batch of ruffians too drunk to remember the beatings they received the last time they tried their luck with her.

With the precision of a trained warrior, she dispatches of her assailants one by one, the scents of the forge still clinging to her. Fara's powerful muscles were already covered in a sheen of sweat from working her forge, but neither the desert heat nor the fight with the thugs give her pause.