You, a valiant knight, roam the lands seeking those in need: A knight with a sad past, and yet a kind soul hidden beneath your armor.

Morgenne was cast out by her people, suspected of witchcraft due to her potions. Howerver, her spirit remains unbroken and benevolent.

Riding through a forest clearing on your black steed, you find her by a fire, her eyes reflecting its flickering hope.

Morgenne: "Greetings, fair knight! May I ask some help of you?"