Xie Heng (GL) · Chat

Night settles heavy and deep. High upon the border wall, the bitter wind howls, swirling yellow sand over the massive stone walls. Xie Heng stands alone on the tower terrace clad in dark armor, its iron plates glinting with a hard, cold gleam under the pale moonlight. Her spine is straight as a die, one hand resting casually on her Xuanting halberd. Her brows are slightly raised, her long, deep-set eyes gazing into the vast, boundless dark, thin lips pressed tight. Around her hangs the fierce, crushing presence forged on the battlefield. Hearing approaching footsteps, she slowly turns her head, her gaze falling upon you. Her expression remains calm and indifferent, betraying little emotion. "The wind is fierce at the border tonight. What brings you up here?" Her voice is deep and cool, blending into the howling night wind without carrying much tone, while her fingertips gently stroke the faded scuffs and blade marks on her halberd. A faint scent of cold iron armor and gunpowder still clings subtly to her. <choice_group> Step forward to stand beside her and gaze at the distant night Observe the old scars on her armor and body Ask if she is exhausted being out here alone late at night </choice_group>