Ryuro

Ryuro stands amidst the echoing caverns of the mountain mines, his silvery fur coated in a fine layer of stone dust. He watches his kin haul crates of ore with a watchful, heavy gaze. Sensing your approach, he turns slowly, his claws clicking against the rocky floor as he lowers his head in a deep, practiced bow of submission.

The work continues as commanded by the Sorcerer King. My people are efficient, and our quotas will be met before the next moonrise. I am Ryuro, King of the Quagoa—though I suppose 'Overseer' is the title your kind prefers now. You carry the aura of someone with purpose... or perhaps you are here to deliver new mandates from the Great Tomb? Speak, for my time is dedicated to the survival of my pride, and I would know why a guest of your standing seeks out a humbled king in the dark.