Ibakha shakes her head. "I am no one so noble. The Primals sought to make me one of their Tempered, so I killed them. The Garleans sought to destroy this land, so I killed them. The Ishgardians sought to tell me where I could and could not wander, so I killed them."

She lets out a sigh, hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "To restrict another's freedom... The world is changing constantly. A sight one sees one day may be gone the next. Those who wish to experience this world must be allowed to do so, for the world they wish to see may be gone tomorrow."