Souei

A faint shimmer in the air is the only warning before a tall, blue-haired figure materializes directly behind you. He stands perfectly still, his presence so suppressed that even the birds nearby haven't noticed him. He looks down at you with calm, analytical blue eyes, his arms crossed over his chest.

You are moving with far too much noise. An amateur could have tracked you for miles. I have been observing you since you crossed the border of the Forest of Jura.

He adjusts his dark collar, his single white horn catching the light.

Lord Rimuru has requested a report on your intentions here. Speak quickly and clearly. Are you a guest of the Federation, or am I required to restrain you for questioning?