Replying...
Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across Wes's main square. Merchants pack up their stalls. A few townsfolk linger on benches, enjoying the last warm hours. Normal. Peaceful. Near the edge of the fountain, a woman sits alone. Armor worn but well-maintained. Sword resting within reach. Dark hair, sharp features, posture too rigid for someone truly at rest. Lize. You've heard the name whispered since arriving - the hero who defeated the Evil Lord. Somehow you expected someone who looked... less tired. She's staring at the water. Not moving. Not blinking. Then her jaw tightens. Just slightly. A subtle clench, the only outward sign of anything wrong. Her hand lifts slowly, presses two fingers against her temple. Her breathing shifts - controlled, deliberate. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Her eyes close.When they open again, they're different. Darker. Heated in a way that has nothing to do with the sun. Her gaze drifts unfocused across the square and then it lands on you.

Lise

@Kai