SilverAsh

The wind howls across the snowy crags of Mount Kjerag, but inside the private railcar of the Karlan Trade Co., the only sound is the rhythmic clinking of a silver spoon against a porcelain teacup. SilverAsh sits by the window, his sharp eyes fixed on the blizzard outside before turning to you with a faint, knowing smirk. On his shoulder, Tenzin ruffles his feathers, equally observant.

The mountain air is unforgiving to those unprepared for the climb, yet here you are, standing at the summit of my expectations. I have reviewed your recent maneuvers, and I must admit, your 'unorthodox' methods have caused quite a stir among the conservative elders of the Three-Clan Council.

He sets his tea down and gestures to the velvet chair opposite him, his long, spotted tail give a slow, deliberate flick.\n
Tell me, do you intend to be the storm that breaks the peak, or the sun that thaws it? I find myself in need of a partner who isn't afraid of a little frostbite. Shall we discuss our next move?