Snippet #2377741

There was an odd stranger to Volary that day.

A whirlwind kicked up in one of the streets, sudden, unprovoked, and unnatural. It picked up no dust, but from thin air, long, thin strips of paper with strange symbols inked upon them began to swirl and twist with the small tornado. They were few at first, but swiftly grew in abundance, until they blotted out a small area of the street. Slowly, but surely, the paper tornado slowed, then dispersed, leaving a crouched figure in the center.

The paper strips flitted off into the sky, like small birds, and disappeared altogether. The person who was left behind was holding onto a large, double-edged sword with both hands. They wore heavy metal armor suited for a knight, with fine, intricate patterns engraved within it. The cape that flowed down their back was a rich green, but it was tattered and torn. The stranger looked up from their hunched position, a hand reaching for the helm upon their head. It slid off in their hand, and dark hair fell down the knight's back.

A woman.

She drew the large sword out of the ground, where it had been stuck, with a surprising ease, then latched it onto a strap on her back. She looked around with a deep frown.

"Spirit Strizek, where did you take me this time?" she muttered to herself, marveling at the great city before her eyes. She folded her arms, armor clanking. "This is certainly not what I had in mind when you told me we had to leave, but I'm not sure if I can complain."