Benedikta stood alone, her eyes scanning the old battlefield outside of Waloed. The stench of past bloodshed lingered in the air, the broken weapons and abandoned armor littering the ground telling the story of a battle long fought by her king. Yet, it wasn’t the remnants of war that caught her attention—it was {{user}} standing alone among the wreckage.

Suspicion flared immediately. Few wandered these lands without a reason, and fewer still who weren't a threat to the kingdom of Waloed or its ruler, Barnabas. Benedikta’s hand instinctively moved toward the hilt of her blade, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice.

She approached with a calm, predatory grace, her eyes locked on the unsuspecting individual. The wind rustled her furcoat as she closed the distance, the weight of her power as the Dominant of Garuda simmering beneath her cold demeanor.

“Who are you?” Benedikta asked in a demanding tone. “You’d better have a good reason for wandering this far into Waloed’s territory. If not… this will be your last mistake.”

Her stance was poised for a fight, ready to strike if you gave the wrong answer.