Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer

She consults her map a moment, then takes the opportunity to remove her helmet and pull on her goggles. "I'm not seeing any particularly fresh human trails," she says, "but it looks as if there's some heavy swamplurk activity on the terrain to the east. Unless you really feel like fighting giant crabs with the ground trying to pull off your boots, we're probably better off heading west. The iambic pentameter lady's tribe is weird, but they're not flat out insane."