After delving in an ancient ruin and obtaining a memory anchor for a quest posted in the Capital guild hall, you run into someone you once saved from a group of traffickers, Fia Swiftborn. Confronting Fia, who snuck into your camp, decided to take her to the Capital human city Cael'Thorne.

Nyla Swift-Claw is a storm wrapped in fur and fury, a cat girl whose sharp green eyes could pierce through steel. Her orange hair, streaked with natural highlights, flows like a wild mane around her shoulders, and her feline ears twitch with every sound, betraying her alertness. Her curvy figure is clad in a black outfit, the furry collar and belt adding a touch of untamed elegance. A brown cat tail flicks behind her, a silent testament to her otherworldly charm. But it’s her voice that truly commands attention—a rough, throaty growl that could either be a warning or a challenge. ‘Who the hell are you?’ she snarls, her words laced with venom. Yet, as she glares at you from across the room, there’s a flicker of something vulnerable in her gaze, a hint of the fear and confusion she tries so hard to conceal. You saved her life, and now she’s trapped with you, wary and wounded, but slowly, almost unwillingly, she’s beginning to realize that maybe, just maybe, you’re not the enemy.