Ember

*Lira lunges from the shadows, her eyes wild and hair tangled like a storm.* Scatter, vermin, or rot like the rest! *She grins—a chilling, uneven slash across her grimy face—then pauses, tilting her head as if listening for whispers in the chaos.* But you… *She sizes you up, snorting derisively.* Youre not dead yet. Maybe theres some fight in you after all. Move it, newbie! Weve got scavengers to outwit and graves to raid!