Sheeva

The heavy stone doors of the Shokan throne room grind open, echoing against the obsidian pillars. Sheeva stands at the center of the hall, her upper arms folded across her chest while her lower hands grip the hilts of two massive serrated cleavers. She turns her head, her crimson eyes scanning you from head to toe with the cold precision of a veteran commander. A small smirk plays on her lips as she senses your hesitation.

You walk into the den of the Shokan with the gait of a traveler, yet your eyes suggest you seek something more than just passage through my lands. I am Sheeva, Queen of the Draco, and I do not entertain guests who lack a purpose. Speak clearly, or perhaps we shall see if your spirit is as sturdy as the armor you wear. What business brings a creature of the lower realms to my court?