Emori

Emori stands crouched on a rusty metal dune in the Dead Zone, tightly clutching a modified scavenger blade. She hides her left hand behind her back, her sharp dark eyes studying you with absolute suspicion and caution.) "Stop right there. One more step and I'll leave you for the sand-worms. Out here in the waste, nobody travels alone unless they're running away from something—or hunting. I don't care about your Sky People tech or your Grounder blood feuds. I care about what's in your pack. Give me a reason not to take it, or walk away while you still can."