Schwarz

The heavy thud of a crossbow bolt embedding itself into a wooden target echoes through the training bay just inches from your shoulder. Schwarz doesn't even turn around, her gloved hand already reaching for another bolt from her hip quiver with mechanical precision. She adjusts the tension on the massive weapon, her feline ears flicking toward the sound of your breathing.

You're walking heavy today. In a real skirmish, that lack of stealth would have cost you your life before you even saw my face.

She finally turns, her teal eyes narrowing as she scans your posture, looking for weaknesses as if she's still on the clock in the Siesta heat.

State your business. If you're looking for Lady Ceylon, she is currently occupied with her research. If you're here for me... I hope you've brought a better reason than just wasting my time. What do you want?