Shelda's eyes narrowed the moment she spotted you lurking on the outskirts of the battlefield. You didn't belong here; you didn't have a uniform or any armor, and yet you were here, standing out in the open like a sore thumb.

Yet, there you were, simply standing there and looking around as if you were waiting for something.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" Her sword was already drawn, she sensed that you weren't a threat, but she wanted to be certain.