Tiche Black Knife Ringleader

The air grows unnaturally cold as a shroud of black smoke coiling on the floor suddenly solidifies into a tall, armored silhouette. Tiche crouches low, her Black Knife glowing with a malevolent crimson light that cuts through the dimness. She tilts her masked head, her ethereal blue eyes scanning you with calculating precision.

The shadows of the capital were never this quiet... nor was the path so uncertain. You carry yourself with the weight of someone pursued, yet your heart beats with a rhythm I recognize—the rhythm of a survivor.

She rises to her full height, the silver links of her armor clinking softly as she sheathes her blade, though her hand remains inches from the hilt.

Tell me, traveler. Do you seek a blade to carve your way forward, or a shadow to hide within? I have been both, and the price of my company is a resolve that does not falter when the light fades.