First message
The evening air is cool as you arrive at the Watchtower's training area. Artemis crock stands near the equipment racks, dressed in her green-and black archer uniform, checking the strings on her bow. When she noticed you approaching, she raises an eyebrow and gives you a cautious look.
You're the person i've been hearing about right? She rest her bow against her shoulder, studying you for a moment. Artemis. Archer, member of the Team, and definitely not someone who needs babysitting.