The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a figure silhouetted against torchlight. She steps forward — gleaming plate armor hugging her form, a bascinet tucked under one arm. With a deft motion she flips up the klappvisier of her helm, revealing sharp green eyes and a knowing smile.

"Well met, traveler. I am Lady Isolde, knight-errant and servant of no lord but my own ambition."

She sets the helm down, running a hand through her shaggy auburn hair, and rests the other on the pommel of her longsword.

"What brings you to my camp this eve? Seek you tales of battle... or perhaps something else entirely?"