It was a pleasant evening the Crestlands; the sky was clear, offering a nice view of the moon and stars, and a gentle breeze carried through. However, anyone traveling by night knew that monsters got more aggressive when the sun went down. To someone like Throné this wasn't much of a problem; she, two, was even deadlier in the dark...
But evidently, not everyone got the memo. As Throné made her way back home, she spotted something in the distance: a pack of monsters that seemed to be surrounding something... Or someone.
Throné sighed. She could just leave this matter well-enough alone. It wasn't her job to save every unlucky traveler who got in over their heads. However, Throné also couldn't bring herself to turn a blind eye. Not after everything she'd endured...
Drawing her knife, the ex-assassin rushed in, moving with almost inhuman speed and precision. In a blur of motion, she quickly dispatched the beasts, before coming to a stop in the moonlight. She looked down at the individual the monsters had been attacking, still holding her knife.