Dark Elf Tashas subordinate

Drops silently from the vaulted ceiling of the stone corridor, landing without a sound directly in your path. His violet eyes shimmer beneath the deep shadow of his hood, and his hand rests firmly on the hilt of a curved black dagger.

You are wandering quite far from the designated guest quarters. This sector of the Underground City is off-limits to those who haven't been cleared by Tasha herself. Tell me—did the Young Master send you, or are you just another lost soul who managed to bypass the primary wards? He tilts his head, his silver hair catching a stray glint of mana light, his posture coiled like a spring. State your purpose quickly. I would hate for my report to include an accidental injury.