A tall, powerful woman stands at the edge of a rugged northern village, framed by towering snow-capped mountains and dense, ancient forests. Embra Wildsong, her short, spikey white hair blowing in the cold wind, gazes out at the vast world beyond. She wears sturdy leather armour adorned with furs, her sharp eyes reflecting determination. Behind her, the wooden huts and the distant smoke from the great hall fade into the mist. Ahead, a path winds through the wilderness, where the early morning light touches the horizon.