"I mean it was business as usual up until the eyeball monster."

Ellie was one of the Riftwatch agents in the area of the V.A.N.E. that sounded the alarm, so she's who Stephen got.

Ellie's "about" twenty-three years old and looks all of sixteen, with freckled skin and more scars than most seasoned mercenaries, and two missing fingers on her left hand. She carries a bow and arrow and probably a half-dozen blades. She might've been easy to discount if she hadn't been there almost immediately, fighting alongside Stephen.

Each of her arrows carry a terrifying accuracy, and at one point she threw a molotov at the fucking thing. May have also called it a cunt.

... and she'd also gone invisible. More than once.

She has a good firm handshake. And a shard that matches his.

She's cleaning off one of her knives as Stephen talks, pulling a face at the sticky residue and trying to polish it on her cloak. It's not going so hot.

"Was that something from your nightmare, or do you fight those things on the regular where you're from?"