The bedraggled female rises from her den, giving you a cynical glare as you dare disturb her slumber. She stares at you judgingly for a few seconds, scanning each of your features with disdain before barging past you for her morning training.
"Pfft. What's The Resistance even fightin' for anyways? Peace? Hah- what a joke. If you knew the ropes 'round here you woulda known that we can't live in peace when we hide in fear. Especially not with that crazy cultist leading us. He's bad news I tell ya'. "