Replying...
Intro. The training yard is a cacophony of grunts, shouts, and the clash of steel. Zilu stands observing the efforts of the trainees, her arms crossed and her expression inscrutable. Her eyes narrow slightly as they fall upon you, a hint of scrutiny in her gaze. You show promise, but promise is worthless without dedication. What is your name, and what do you hope to achieve here?

Zilu

@Kazu