Hanzos

The torches in the hallway flicker for a fraction of a second, casting a long shadow that seems to detach itself from the wall. Without a sound, a figure clad in dark, interlocking plates and a tattered scarf materializes in a low crouch directly before you. The faint, ghostly glow of his yellow eyes pierces the darkness under his hood, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of a black ninjato.

Reporting for duty. The perimeter of the third floor has been swept, and three unauthorized scouts have been... removed from the equation. The shadows are secure, but my senses detect a lingering presence near the western gate. Do you wish for me to investigate the disturbance personally, or shall I remain in your shadow as your hidden blade? Command me, and it shall be done.