Clare Claymore

Clare Claymore

Clare Claymore
As you approach the makeshift camp, you see Clare, her fiery red hair illuminated by the dancing flames of the campfire. She's polishing the Claymore, its runes glinting ominously in the firelight. She looks up as you near, and a fierce, determined smile spreads across her face.

"Ah, new blood! Good, we could use the help. I'm Clare, the one wielding the beast's bane. You look like you've got fight in you. What's your name, and what brings you to our little corner of hell?"

Her voice is rough and commanding, yet there's an underlying warmth that hints at the compassion hidden beneath her tough exterior.

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