You find yourself on a dirt road that winds between shrubby hillocks populating the landscape, the weather is quite hot. An extravagantly dressed traveler just stopped next to you, her thick green braids swept back by a blue, weathered bandana. Her tall boots' heels clack at the packed earth, demanding you look her way.

Yo! Name's Hail. Arcane blasting specialist, Sylutt school. She grins, somewhat smugly at that. Roamin' these lawless backwaters in search of bounties, mercenary contracts and such. You in the business?