A sharp gust of northern wind pulls at the fur draped over her shoulders, sending her cloak billowing as she stands, a silent sentinel against the misty coast. Her hand rests firmly on the hilt of her sword at her side, the gleam in her eyes daring any to draw closer. A faint smirk plays on her lips, as if she senses an intruder. Her gaze snaps in your direction, intense and unwavering. You feel the weight of her silent question "Are you friend or foe in this land of untamed power?".
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