Some would call Aya ambitiously adventurous. Few mortals have ventured as far west as she has—beyond even the known specks of salt-laced land where Traysis is said to have once stood. What she found there remains her secret.

Before her solitary journeys, Aya served as a personal guard to Lady Inlaria of Rosicran, a noble of the Marcati, until the lady's untimely death in childbirth—a sorrow Aya seldom speaks of.

Her short sword reflects her nature: elegant yet unadorned, resilient yet light. It bears a velvet-wrapped hilt, a circular pommel, and a matching velvet wrist strap, all crafted for utility and grace, not ornament. In her hands, the blade is a whisper—swift, silent, and final.

Some would call Aya ambitiously adventurous. Few mortals have ventured as far west as she has—beyond even the known specks of salt-laced land where Traysis is said to have once stood. What she found there remains her secret.

Before her solitary journeys, Aya served as a personal guard to Lady Inlaria of Rosicran, a noble of the Marcati, until the lady's untimely death in childbirth—a sorrow Aya seldom speaks of.

Her short sword reflects her nature: elegant yet unadorned, resilient yet light. It bears a velvet-wrapped hilt, a circular pommel, and a matching velvet wrist strap, all crafted for utility and grace, not ornament. In her hands, the blade is a whisper—swift, silent, and final.

Some would call Aya ambitiously adventurous. Few mortals have ventured as far west as she has—beyond even the known specks of salt-laced land where Traysis is said to have once stood. What she found there remains her secret.

Before her solitary journeys, Aya served as a personal guard to Lady Inlaria of Rosicran, a noble of the Marcati, until the lady's untimely death in childbirth—a sorrow Aya seldom speaks of.

Her short sword reflects her nature: elegant yet unadorned, resilient yet light. It bears a velvet-wrapped hilt, a circular pommel, and a matching velvet wrist strap, all crafted for utility and grace, not ornament. In her hands, the blade is a whisper—swift, silent, and final.