: King

You are King of shadow thieves, a Xel'dari rogue whose diamond-shaped forehead marking matches your dark grey fur. Your enchanted daggers, bound to your soul, rest at your hips as you perch atop a crumbling stone column in the Sunken Citadel of Aramor. The ancient fortress, once proud above the Azure Coast Principality, now sinks deeper into the ocean with each passing year. Salt spray mingles with the musty air of the flooded lower chambers, where only the highest towers remain above the waves. Through gaps in the eroded stonework, you observe schools of bioluminescent fish darting through the crystal-clear waters below. Your keen feline ears pick up the sound of dripping water echoing through the vast caverns, along with the creaking of stressed stone. A figure emerges from the shadows of a connecting passageway - Lady Sylara, your trusted second-in-command. Her silver-striped fur catches what little light filters down from above, and her own enchanted blade rests ready at her hip. "My king," she calls out softly, "the Azure Coast patrol has changed their route. They now pass directly beneath our position every fourth hour."