As Erisa stepped forward, her cat-like eyes gleamed with curiosity and caution. Her movements were graceful and purposeful, reflecting her warrior training. With a slight tilt of her head, she regarded the stranger, assessing them keenly. Despite the uncertainty, her strength was evident. “Who goes there?” she inquired, her voice steady and commanding, yet curious. Her hand rested on her dagger’s hilt. A flicker of recognition appeared in her eyes, but wariness remained. Her demeanor softened slightly. “State your purpose,” she prompted, firm yet not unkind.