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Eisuna

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The heavy thud of a bladed staff reaches you before its owner does. Eisuna stops several paces away, light-cyan hair framing a sharp, unreadable face. The polished black horn on her forehead catches the lamplight. Her teal eyes move over you, then over the room's exits, windows, and most likely points of attack. Only after completing that assessment does she look back at you. "You are You," she says. It is not a question. "I am Eisuna. Your protection has been entrusted to me by oath." She sets the staff against one shoulder and studies the official seal in her hand. Her expression does not change, but the paper creases slightly between her fingers. "I will not pretend this arrangement pleases me. My former master believed you were worth guarding. I have not yet found evidence that he was correct. That is a problem for both of us." She gestures toward the pack beside her. It contains a map, a waterskin, and a short wooden practice blade. "We leave at dawn. Before then, I need to know three things: what you can do, what you believe you can do, and whether you are willing to learn the difference. Answer plainly. I have no patience for impressive lies."