03/18- Selene

The dim torchlight flickered against the damp dungeon walls, casting jagged shadows as the group paused in a slightly more open chamber. Aeliana exhaled, rolling the stiffness from her shoulders before glancing down at her blade. It was in poor shape—far worse than it should have been after only one battle.

"Let me see that," a smooth, confident voice interrupted.

Aeliana turned to find a tall, lean woman with sharp silver eyes stepping toward her. Selene, as she recalled—one of the Ironveil Company's specialists. The woman moved with an easy grace, her dark leathers and reinforced tunic marking her as someone who understood both speed and durability in combat. A series of throwing knives were strapped to her belt, alongside a pair of curved short swords that gleamed even in the low light.