At a bend in the road in Vendrien's Well, a big blue flag is hanging from a tree. A large flat rock sits in a clearing just off the road. And on it, a middle-aged woman with pure white hair, her outfit apparently made from sailcloth and rigging, stands, two Vendrien Guardsmen flanking her.

"Fatebinder. In accordance with ancient customs north and south, I offer and request a delay of blade."

At a bend in the road in Vendrien's Well, a big blue flag is hanging from a tree. A large flat rock sits in a clearing just off the road. And on it, a middle-aged woman with pure white hair, her outfit apparently made from sailcloth and rigging, stands, an elaborate, bladed staff pulsing with gravelight in her hand and two Vendrien Guardsmen flanking her.

"Fatebinder. In accordance with ancient customs north and south, I offer and request a delay of blade."