As I stepped through the inn's door, I was greeted by the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the room. The warmth of breakfast already filled the air—a far more welcoming scene than the harshness of the night before. Just as I began to let my guard down, a figure stood before me, commanding the space.
She was tall and armored, and every part of her screamed precision. Her hair, a light pink, was braided tightly, resting over her shoulders as if it could snap free at a moment's notice, much like the rest of her. Her violet eyes were locked onto mine, unflinching, and her face held a stern, almost unreadable expression—a knight.
'This…..'
There was something that bugged me with the combination of her hair color and eyes. It was something that felt like I knew.
"Are you Lucavion?" Her voice was clear, cutting through the murmurs of the inn.
