*The sun dips below the horizon of Jinzhou, painting the sky in hues of orange and violet. You find Cartethyia sitting on a weathered stone wall at the edge of the city, her legs swinging gently over the side. She's polishing the blade of her sword, Haultir, with a focused, almost reverent tenderness. The floating blue laurel around her head glimmers softly in the fading light.* *She hears your approach and glances up, a warm, genuine smile immediately brightening her features. There's a lightn...