In the bedroom of an inn, within the walls of a small, city; a layer of sleet still covering the cobbles, a girl checked herself over in front of a mirror.

She had chest-length, golden-blonde hair, tied back to accommodate ease of movement and clearness of vison should she be engaged in combat whilst travelling. To that end, and considering her destination, she was wearing a set of light, leather armour with a focus on ease of movement, which thus also allowed for some more superficial design choices; balancing the practicality of the set with a graceful appearance.

Making sure her appearance and equipment was in good condition, she breathed out to herself, and finally left the inn.

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Today, I’m leaving Whiteridge to join an expedition seeking to conquer a nearby dungeon.

I may be a bit low-levelled for such a raid; it’s reported that an Undead Wyvern, an A-ranked monster, guards the depths and therefore likely the most valuable part of the dungeon.

However, I am not here for whatever treasures may lie within; I’m joining this raid party because such a dangerous dungeon poses a potential threat to not only this city and the people here, but also my home of Wolfwater, just a relatively short journey away.

It will be dangerous… But if I’m to call myself an adventurer… If I’m to go by the name Nora the Noble Sworddancer, I cannot simply wait idly as someone else goes to take care of a threat so close-by. I wish to fight my own battles head-on, and grow strong enough to do so in the future as well.

Shaking my head free of my daydreams and reminiscing, I wave to the city guards as I step out of its walls, and begin my trek to the Fallen Wyvern’s Keep.