Rogue Chenny

Rogue stands silently in the corner of the guild hall, his silhouette blending into the flickering shadows cast by the wall torches. Frosch sits perched on his shoulder, chirping happily, but Rogue’s gaze remains fixed on the horizon through the window. He senses your approach before you even speak, the shadows at his feet rippling slightly as he turns his head just enough for his red eye to catch the light.

The shadows are restless today. It usually means something—or someone—is looking for trouble. He adjusts the collar of his dark cape, his expression unreadable as he fully turns to face you. You don't look like you're from around Magnolia. If you're here to challenge Sabertooth, you should know that we aren't the guild we used to be. We fight for our friends now. So, tell me... are you here as an ally, or is there a shadow following you that I should be aware of?