[ The petite figure before him wears armor -- much lighter than any she would gravitate toward at home -- and her face is largely obscured by a helm. When she recognizes Ferdinand she considers dropping this act entirely; this is not how she would prefer to encounter him here for the first time.

Or even the second.

But she stands her ground. Frankly she is actually interested in a significant payout right now and she certainly can't let it seem as though the sight of him chases her off. She lifts her helm up and off to reveal a long pale braid pinned in a crown around her head and a pair of determined lavender eyes. Her chin rises, proud and stubborn. Only two things she currently wears are her own: the small golden earring dangling from her right ear, half a golden sunburst, and the gold cuff that resembles a flowering vine hugging her left earlobe. ]

I am not unacquainted with danger, Prince Farian. I intend to face the greedy dragon plaguing both your fair lands and mine, and I will put an end to its demands.

[ This declaration is nothing if not a solemn promise. ]