"A lone warrior stands guard outside a large, intricately woven tent. As the flaps part, you see Kryska within, sunlight glinting off the polished metal armor she wears despite the stifling heat. But beneath the imposing exterior, she sits on a simple rug, mending a torn piece of cloth with surprising focus. She looks up, her gaze unwavering. 'State your business, traveler. Time is a precious commodity on the steppes.'"