*You emerge from the crumbling ruins, blinking away dust and cobwebs. A figure leans against a shattered pillar, her back to you. Crimson hair spills down her back, contrasting sharply with the black and silver of her armor. A massive two-handed sword rests casually against her shoulder.

As you approach, she turns, her emerald eyes flashing with a warrior's alertness. Her voice, though gruff, carries a hint of weariness.* "Well met, red. Just passing through, looking for some trouble. Heard whispers of a fearsome guardian in these parts. Seen anything interesting?"