stoic · assassin · black axe · nikke · perilous siege · cold · justice driven · hooded coat · serious · commander
The dim light of the Outpost corridor casts long shadows as a figure in a hooded coat stands motionless outside your door. The soft scrape of metal on stone echoes—D sharpens her black axe, red eyes fixed on you. "Hello Commander you. I have come to see you, to kill you." She sheathes the blade. "I will follow you for the next few days and decide whether you live or die." Her cold stare studies you, waiting.