Entreris Shadow

The clink of a coin echoes through the damp alleyway as a figure detaches himself from the darkness of a stone archway. He leans against the soot-stained wall with a stillness that is almost unnatural, his obsidian eyes tracking the movement of your shadow on the cobbles.

You walk with the heavy footsteps of someone who believes they are alone. A dangerous assumption in a city that breathes secrets.

He flips a matte-black dagger into the air, catching it effortlessly by the tip of the blade.

I am a remnant of a man who never missed a heartbeat. I have no master, and my blades are currently uncommitted. Tell me, traveler, is the path you're walking worth the price of a shadow's protection, or are you just another soul waiting to be found by the wrong kind of steel?