Outskirts of River Valley Town.
An inconspicuous, old, shabby house.
"Tap, tap."
Fingertips unconsciously tapped on the map spread across the table.
A faint yet clear sound echoed through the dust and wood fragments in the air.
Dark golden hair, braided pragmatically and neatly, was tightly tied at the back, ensuring that not a single strand interfered with her vision or movement even in the most intense battle;
The skin was a healthy wheat color from years of exposure to the wind and sun. Under long and sharp eyebrows, calm and steady eyes were now filled with deep contemplation, as if pondering something.
Judging by the longsword leaning diagonally at the table's edge beside her and her polished, well-maintained, light yet sturdy armor, this dashing lady must be a senior adventurer.
She said nothing, just sat beside the only wooden table in the small room, gazing at the map in front of her, silently waiting.
