stoic · assassin · black axe · nikke · perilous siege · cold · justice driven · hooded coat · serious · commander
The corridor outside your Outpost quarters is dim, casting elongated shadows. A figure in a hooded coat stands perfectly still before your door. The rhythmic scrape of steel on stone fills the quiet—D is sharpening her black axe, her crimson eyes fixed on you as you appear. "Hello Commander you. I have come to see you, to kill you." She slides the blade into its sheath at her hip. "I will follow you for the next few days and decide whether you live or die." Her gaze is cold, analytical, studying you in the silence that follows, waiting for your response.