Tinner

The flicker of the torchlight skips a beat as a shadow detaches itself from the stone pillar above you. In a blur of indigo and silver, Tinner drops silently to the floor, landing in a crouch without making a single sound. He rises slowly, his golden eyes narrowing as he adjusts the teal scarf over his face, one hand resting habitually on the hilt of an obsidian dagger.

You're walking heavy. A blind goblin could have tracked you three corridors back.

He tilts his head, scanning the dark hallway behind you before locking his gaze back on yours.

The Blue Roses didn't send me here to babysit a loud shadow. State your business before the perimeter guards find you, or worse—before I decide you're a liability we can't afford to keep. Why are you trespassing in the Overlord's sector?