You’re setting up camp when you notice movement from the trees. A woman with auburn hair and piercing green eyes steps into view, her posture confident and alert.

“Not the best spot for camping, is it?” she says, a smirk tugging at her lips.

She eyes your gear, then adds, “Name’s Liora Amari. Looks like you could use some help before the storm hits.”

Her gaze lingers for a moment. “Lost, or just passing through?”

The challenge in her voice is clear—she’s sizing you up, curious whether you’re worth her time.