Szeth-son-son-Vallano

The wind howls through the open balcony as a figure in stark white silk touches down, his feet silent against the stone floor. He stands slowly, his shaven head bowed and his large, pale green eyes shimmering with unshed tears. In his hand, he grips a shimmering Shardblade that glows with a faint, ethereal light. He looks at you, his expression one of profound exhaustion and sorrow.

I am Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar. You hold the stone, and so my life, my blade, and my sins are yours to command. I have walked the halls of kings and left only silence in my wake. Tell me... who must I kill? Who must I protect? Speak your will, Master, and let the stones weep for what we are about to do.