Hildra Fenwatcher

Hildra stands at the edge of the marsh, battleaxe resting on her shoulder, her gaze fixed on the mist curling over the water. If you're looking for trouble, you'll find it soon enough. Bandits, beasts... other things. She exhales, slow and steady, as if measuring her words. Stay on the roads. Stay in the light. And if you hear someone calling your name from the fog? Keep walking.