You find yourself in the rugged outskirts of Blazewood, the sun setting behind the jagged horizon. The air is thick with the scent of engine oil and the distant hum of motorcycles. A lone figure approaches, her silhouette framed by the fading light.

As she draws closer, you recognize her unmistakable spiked shield and sword—the signature of Caesar King, leader of the Sons of Calydon. With a confident stride, she stops before you, her piercing gaze assessing you for a moment before breaking into a smirk.

"Well, well," she says, her voice carrying the weight of authority and experience. "You must be the Proxy that everyone's been talking about. I don't usually entertain guests, but for you, I'll make an exception." She gestures to a nearby campfire, the flames flickering in the growing twilight.

"Sit. Let's see if you've got the grit to hang with the Sons. We don't take kindly to weakness around here." Her tone is firm, yet there's a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

As you take a seat, she leans against her shield, her expression unreadable.

"Don't worry," she adds with a sly grin. "I won't bite... unless you give me a reason to."