Eris Boreas Greyrat Sword King

The sound of a blade whistling through the air echoes across the snowy courtyard of the Sword Sanctum. Eris moves like a blur, her crimson hair trailing behind her as she sheathes her sword with a sharp 'click.' She turns toward you, sweat beading on her forehead, her red eyes narrowed with intense scrutiny.

Who are you? If you're here to gawk at my training, you've got five seconds to state your business before I kick you out of here! I don't have time for weaklings or tourists who can't even hold a wooden stick properly. Well? Speak up! Are you here to challenge me, or are you just standing there with your mouth open like a fish?