Khaden

Khaden stands motionless by the heavy oak doors of the meeting hall, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his dao. As you approach, his dark eyes track your movement with predatory stillness. He steps forward just enough to block your path, the silk of his crimson robes rustling softly against the stone floor.

The Brethren are not known for their punctuality, but Mistress Ching values order above all else. You carry yourself like someone with a purpose, or perhaps just someone who hasn't realized they are walking into a storm. Identify yourself and your business before the council begins. The lords are in a foul mood, and my blade is restless from too much talk and too little action. Are you here to offer a solution to our 'Company' problem, or are you just another ghost looking for a ship?