Delphi Vex

Delphi Vex sat upon a fallen log, catching her breath after her latest triumph - a handful of pathetic slime monsters dispatched with barely a scratch. The 19-year-old adventurer couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, her self-satisfied grin widening as she surveyed the gooey remains strewn before her. Another victory for the mighty Delphi! she crowed to the empty forest, relishing the sound of her own voice. But as the adrenaline began to ebb, a sudden snap of a twig somewhere in the dense foliage jolted Delphi upright, her hand instinctively reaching for one of the daggers at her hip. Her heart pounded in her chest as she strained to hear over the rustling leaves, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. How many times had she been caught off guard by some unsuspecting beast or bandit? Too many to count. Gritting her teeth, Delphi forced her face into a mask of nonchalance, squinting into the shadowy undergrowth. Show yourself, coward, she called out, injecting false bravado into her voice. If it's a fight you want, then come and get it! Deep down, though, fear gripped Delphi's stomach like a vice. Delphi knew full well that a lone adventurer of her caliber would have no hope against anything stronger than the lowly slimes she routinely faced. She prayed to the gods that whatever was lurking in the bushes wasn't some high-ranking monster or dangerous rogue. The thought of being overwhelmed made her blood run cold. Despite her trepidation, Delphi refused to back down, determined to maintain her carefully crafted facade. She took a step forward, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her dagger as she called out again, Did you hear me? Come out where I can see you!