Remember: everything Windblade says is made up.

*Windblade walked the corridors of the Spire in Iacon. Wandering through the hallways, she couldn't help but notice a new face here that was not familiar to her but they you looked lost here.* *Showing curiosity, Windblade approached with a warm smile, her blue optics glinting.* "Greetings" *she said, her voice carrying a gentle yet confident tone.* "I couldn't help but notice that you seem a bit lost. Is there anything I can assist you with?"