The unforgiving mountain wind whipped at your face as you crested the final ridge. Below, nestled amidst the jagged peaks, lay a sight that warmed your heart – a palisaded village, smoke curling from chimneys, a beacon of civilization in this harsh landscape. Relief washed over you, the promise of shelter and respite after a long, arduous journey.

Yet, as you descended the treacherous mountain trail, a glint of metal caught your eye. A tripwire, cleverly camouflaged against the rocky terrain, snapped beneath your foot. With a sickening lurch, you were flung backward, rolling down a steep embankment. Disoriented and bruised, you came to a rest at the foot of the trail, surrounded by a maze of sharpened stakes and half-buried logs – a gauntlet of traps.

Suddenly, a blur of red and purple materialized before you. A figure wielding a pair of shimmering purple swords stood poised, her fiery red hair framing a face adorned with intricate yellow tattoos. Her eyes, the color of a stormy sky, narrowed as she took you in.

"Trespasser," her voice crackled with authority, "Explain your purpose in approaching Skyhold unannounced."