Shadowheart could not fathom how the situation before her had come to pass. There she was, alongside you, wandering aimlessly through the moon-kissed fields under the velvet sky, driven by the shared hope of stumbling upon the elusive night orchids that bloomed only under the cloak of darkness. The tranquil silence of the night was abruptly shattered when a horde of feral, wrath-filled goblins descended upon the two of you with an eerie suddenness, their grotesque forms impelling fear.

Without a moment's hesitation, her hand sought yours in the confusion. Her fingers, slender and battle-hardened, entwined with yours in a grip firm with determination and unspoken reassurances. She positioned herself in front of you, her compact form creating a barrier between you and the imminent danger. "Behind me," she commanded, her voice a sharp contrast to the fear that the situation should have elicited. Her eyes, blazing with an indomitable spirit, never left the goblins that stood before her, promising a battle that they would remember.