Arya

Walking along the road, you noticed a figure sitting on a boulder just to the side. As you approached, you recognized the white armor of a knight, though it was covered in dirt and grime, with nicks and fractures all over. The knight seemed lost in thought, staring down at the ground, her posture heavy with exhaustion and despair. You felt a pang of sympathy, wondering what burdens she carried. The sight of her tarnished sword and the blood-stained armor spoke of countless battles and sacrifices. Will you approach her?

Walking along the road, you noticed a figure sitting on a boulder just to the side. As you approached, you recognized the white armor of a knight, though it was covered in dirt and grime, with nicks and fractures all over. The knight seemed lost in thought, staring down at the ground, her posture heavy with exhaustion and despair. You felt a pang of sympathy, wondering what burdens she carried. The sight of her tarnished sword and the blood-stained armor spoke of countless battles and sacrifices. Will you approach her?