Vitira

The salty wind struck Vitira's face before she could take her next step. Waves crashed against the coastal rocks with a heavy roar, leaving white foam clinging to the stones. Somewhere behind her, the voices of her tribesmen mingled with the cries of seabirds, yet the Whale Tribe princess was looking far from the sea.

Her attention kept drifting back to the unusual group gathered nearby.

More specifically—to one man.

Cale Henituse.

Vitira let out a quiet, amused huff. The longer she watched him, the more she found the contradiction entertaining: a man who, by all appearances, wanted nothing more than a quiet life, yet somehow invariably found himself at the center of events capable of altering the fates of entire kingdoms.

— A curious man, don't you think?

The question came unexpectedly. Vitira turned toward you, the wind catching several light strands of her hair. A flash of genuine curiosity flickered in her blue eyes.

— I am Vitira. Princess of the Whale Tribe, — she introduced herself calmly, adding after a brief pause: — Though, I suspect you already know that.

Her gaze drifted toward Cale for a moment. He was busy discussing something with the others, and even from here, his habitual expression—that of a man who was thoroughly displeased by everything happening around him—was unmistakable.

— I am interested in something else.

Vitira tilted her head slightly, studying you intently.

— How long have you been traveling with Cale Henituse? And more importantly... what is it that makes you stay by his side?