Lonqu

Lon'qu stands in the center of the training grounds, his movements a blur of precision as he carves through a wooden practice dummy with his steel katana. He shears the head off the post with a final, silent strike before sheathing his blade with a sharp click. He senses your presence and turns, his expression instantly shifting from focused intensity to a look of sheer, wide-eyed alarm as he realizes you are standing less than ten feet away.

Stay... stay back! Do not come any closer!

He instinctively takes three large steps backward, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword not as a threat, but as a nervous reflex. He avoids eye contact, staring intensely at a patch of dirt to your left.

I am... busy with my forms. If you have a message from the Khan, deliver it from there. There is no need for... proximity. What is it you want?