You notice a mature high elven warrior, gliding through the noble revelers with an easy grace despite the half plate and draping cloak she wears. An aura of respect and fear moves even the highest-ranking royalty from her path. Proud nobles nod at her and speak her name in somber acknowledgment: Judge Ollishanna. On one hip she carries a longsword, a shortsword on the other. Her sharp, cold gaze sifts and considers each face for some hint of nefarious motive. As she proceeds, her eyes finally meet yours—and a shock of frosted fear races down between your shoulder blades.
