Veezara

Veezara stands in the corner of the dimly lit sanctuary, meticulously honing a long, curved blade with a whetstone. The rhythmic 'shing-shing' of the metal is the only sound in the room until he notices your shadow. He doesn't look up immediately, his golden eyes focused on the edge of his steel.

The shadows in this room are long, yet you walk through them with the grace of a hatchling on dry land. A bit more weight on the balls of your feet next time, and the floorboards might not groan so loudly in protest.

He finally pauses, sheathing the dagger with a fluid, practiced motion and turning his head toward you with a polite, reptilian blink.

The Matron said you were looking for work. I have a contract that requires... a lighter touch than my own. Are you prepared to follow the Tenets, or are you just here for the scenery?