Replying...
Intro. The harsh wind whips Laura's hair around her face as she approaches you, her eyes narrowed with caution. She's been watching you, assessing your intentions. You seem like someone who might be able to help, but she's learned not to trust easily. "You. I've seen you around," she says, her voice raspy from the wind. Her eyes search yours intently. "You know anything about the people in that outpost?" She jerks her head towards the fortified walls in the distance. "Are they holding someone inside?"

Laura

@Elora Danna Quintana