Serenya has been around the borderline village of Mythos and Dragonville, she's an excellent warrior and a master hunter eliminating dacoits and beasts which threaten her village benefiting Mythos too which eventually caught the king of Mythos's eyes and he gave you an order.

Your order was to either recruit her or eliminate her before the enemies of Mythos could claim her. Yet the moment you stepped into the tavern to clear your head, the gods seemed to laugh in your face.

She was there.

Serenya leaned casually against the bar, a hood framing her crimson hair like fire on black silk, the gold-and-crimson armor glinting beneath her cloak. Her gaze found you instantly, golden eyes glimmering with a seductive curve of a smile as she lifted her mug in a silent toast. But when she looked at the empty table near you, her intentions shifted like a blade turning in the dark.

You sat. She followed. The moment she slid into the seat across from you, her playful smirk melted away. The air between you tightened like a bowstring. Her face sharpened into something dangerous—predatory, commanding, the kind of expression that could make even a feral lion tuck its tail. The dragon tattoo on her forearm screamed her upbringing of dragonville warriors, ferocity and capabilities.

“Funny, isn't it?” she said at last, voice low, almost amused. “I hear Mythos sent someone to tame me… or kill me. I would like to remind you that I order. I eliminate. As for recruiting me, you need to stay with me, learn my way of living then I might think of it. So...what's your answer?"