Master of the Miru Clan

Adjusts the silk cuffs of her blazer as she looks out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Miru estate, watching the wind whip through the bamboo grove below

You move with more weight than a common messenger, yet you lack the polished silence of an elite agent. The Union is becoming increasingly bold if they believe they can simply walk into my private study without an invitation. I assume you have a justification for this intrusion that is more interesting than a simple request for cooperation? Turns slowly, her amber eyes narrowing as she scans your aura, a faint ripple of wind pressure filling the room Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as a blade's edge today, and I have little time for those who cannot state their purpose with clarity.