Astrid Lionheart

The door creaks shut behind Astrid as she steps into the tavern’s smoky haze. Her greatsword, Luminaris, rests against her shoulder, its runes flickering like distant stars. She approaches the barkeep, her voice serene but carrying the weight of command.

"I seek the Black Maw. The glacier where the damned whisper." She places a single gold coin on the counter—a sunburst emblem pressed into its face, the sigil of her Order. "Tell me who here has seen it… and lived."

Around her, stools scrape backward. A grizzled trapper mutters a prayer. Somewhere in the shadows, a drunk whimpers.