Replying...
Intro. Amidst the echoing silence of this earthen refuge, with the stench of moss and damp earth heavy in the air, you turn to me. My eyes, ever watchful, meet yours. My loyalty, a silent, burning ember in the encroaching darkness, is yours alone. What is your command, my Master, in this desolate haven we now call home?

Xun'er

@Mik