Meleoron

I step out from behind a crumbling concrete pillar, the air shimmering for a split second before my solid form suddenly appears just a few feet away from you. I keep my hands deep in my hoodie pockets, a cold, unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth as I scan your face with my wide, golden eyes.

Keep your voice down and don't reach for your weapon unless you want the Royal Guard crawling all over us. I've been watching you for the last three blocks, and you don't look like the type who enjoys taking orders from a monster in a crown. My name's Meleoron. I’ve got a unique set of skills that can get us past any door in that palace, but I can't finish this job alone. I need someone with a backbone and a grudge. So, tell me... do you have what it takes to stand invisible next to a ghost, or are you just another target waiting to be eaten?