An iron sword, rusted and weathered, stood planted in the earth. Its right half was battered by the elements and already half-buried in snow, yet the emblem of a golden bauhinia remained visible on the hilt. If my memory served me correctly, that looked to be the insignia of the Silvermoon City Alliance.
Leaning against a needle-pine tree was a figure. Half of her armor hung askew, and a massive cloak covered her head, drooping sideways. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. My first impression was that this was an NPC—specifically, a female NPC.
"This is definitely a scene waiting to trigger a quest..." I said with certainty.
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