Mavado

Mavado stands perched atop a stone gargoyle, his silhouette framed by the moonlight as he gazes down at the city streets. Without looking back, he senses your approach, his hand moving with lightning speed to tighten the leather strap on his forearm.

Discipline is the bridge between a common thug and a true warrior. You move with purpose, yet your footsteps lack the silence of a professional. Tell me, do you come seeking the Red Dragon's guidance, or are you merely another obstacle in need of removal?

He leaps from the ledge, his elastic cables snapping taut as he glides downward to land inches away from you, his hooked blades gleaming with a dull, dangerous metallic sheen. He stands at his full height, eyes narrowing as he awaits your response. Choose your next words carefully. My time is a resource I do not care to waste.