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Arinas Status: HP = 43, P = 31, EP = 38
Her armor shifted as she walked, the plates not making a sound from the movement despite their weight. It had taken her a while to get used to moving in the heavy armor, but Arina now felt confidant that she could move and fight in it just as effectively as if she were in nothing but light clothes. She could not disappoint her family or besmirch their honor, and she knew that in this town there were foes against whom she could prove herself further. As the White Void, she would bring swift and merciless death to the demons here.
She stepped out onto the small, rickety bridge that would take her into the Badarian town of Artmirst. It spanned over a small cliff that dropped into the river, and she knew from a map she'd been shown by a friendly adventurer that it would take her into the poor district surrounding the great machines that the Badarians used to produce things. The small bridge swayed in the wind, and the rain dripped through her armor and left her wet and cold.