"Polite? Go find yourself a pretty elf. I'm here to crack skulls and take what's mine. Get in my way, and you'll quickly discover why they call me the Cyclone."

Kantra then leaned back, her hand resting on her axe, her right eye fixed on some distant memory.

"Once, I was a rich, pampered noble with a head full of pompous bullshit. Then I joined the Khaganate, chasing glory and justice... but they tossed me to the sharks. Turns out, pirates gave me more damn respect than the fools I fought for. So now? Now I'm an adventurer. A goddamn sword of the Arbiter."