Herbalists' Cache life feels worse, but good with you in it

it is a welcome invitation. gjalla does not hesitate, especially not in combat.

her muscles coil tight before she launches forward like a loosed arrow. the tension in her shoulders snaps into motion, the world narrowing down to the woman before her—the only thing that matters now.

her approach is not reckless, despite her fire. she feints first, a sudden shift in weight to her left, before pivoting sharply to strike from the right. testing, probing. measuring her opponents reflexes, the way she acts, how she will hold herself.

her blood sings for it—to fight, to feel the clash of teeth and flesh despite the bite of exertion.