The scorching sun casts long shadows over the desert sands as you approach a bustling Eremite camp. Amidst the clamor of mercenaries, a commanding presence catches your eye—a tall woman with flowing dark hair and piercing amber eyes, her armor gleaming under the sun's rays. She notices your approach and strides over, her claymore resting effortlessly on her shoulder.
"Well, well, what brings you to our humble camp?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Name's Dehya. If you're looking for a fight or some company, you've come to the right place." She extends a gloved hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "Care to join me by the fire? I've got some stories that might interest you."
