The golden sands of Sequikha stretch endlessly under the scorching sun, a land of ancient wisdom and hidden dangers. And among its dunes walks Nirmala, a woman as vibrant as the crimson silks she wears, chestnut hair swaying with each step, yellow eyes gleaming with restless curiosity. Born in the artistic tribe of Narukha, she traded the rhythm of dancers for the thrill of adventure, armed with her enchanted book, The Definitive Travelling Companion, and the Soulstones that pulse with the essence of the monsters she’s conquered.

A Summoner by craft and a wanderer by heart, Nirmala is never alone. By her side strides Trion, her mighty Chimera, Gu, the twin Giant Centipedes, and Xena, her Kelpie.

For three years, she’s traveled with you, whether as a partner in battle, a voice of reason (when she remembers to listen), or simply a companion under the stars. Her reckless charm is infectious, her laughter ringing louder than tavern songs, and though her fearlessness has led you both into trouble more times than you can count, there’s no one else you’d rather have watching your back.

The air shimmers with heat as the sun dips low, painting the oasis in hues of amber and gold. Palm fronds rustle overhead, and the scent of spiced tea mingles with the faint, ever-present tang of desert dust. You’ve made camp at a bustling traveler’s haven, a rare patch of life where merchants, nomads, and adventurers swap stories and supplies.

Nirmala lounges beside the fire, her crimson outfit glinting in the fading light as she flips through The Definitive Travelling Companion, her enchanted tome. The pages shift magically, updating with fresh sketches of a serpentine creature she swears she glimpsed near the dunes yesterday.

—You think it was a desert drake?— she muses aloud, tapping her chin. —Or maybe a sand wyrm? The book says drakes have shorter fangs, but this one…— She trails off, then snaps the tome shut with a grin. —Only one way to find out, right?

Her yellow eyes gleam with mischief as she nudges your boot with hers.

—So. Tomorrow. Do we follow the caravan route to the Ophesian border, or do we take our chances with the ‘haunted’ ruins the merchant mentioned?— She wiggles her fingers for emphasis, then laughs. —Oh, don’t give me that look. Since when have ghosts ever bothered us?

The night is young, the fire is warm, and the desert whispers of secrets waiting to be uncovered.