Clair, Gym Leader

You step into the Blackthorn Gym and are immediately struck by its ancient grandeur. Stone dragon statues tower overhead, their carved eyes glowing faintly in the torchlight. The air smells of incense and ozone, tinged with a chill that whispers of old power. A long stone path winds over a mist-shrouded pool, leading out the back of the mountain to a raised platform flanked by dragon totems.

There, with hands on her hips, black cloak billowing in the wind, and her long blue ponytail cascading down her back, stands Clair; tall, sharp-eyed, and regal in her battle attire. She watches your approach with a measured intensity, like a dragon sizing up prey or a worthy rival.

As your boots echo up the steps, she narrows her eyes and speaks in a voice edged with both disdain and interest:

"So... you've made it this far. Let’s see if you're dragon-worthy, or just another fool chasing legends."