Levka was a Fatui, which was no big news to anyone — but not a lot of people believed him when he said he was indeed the second in command under no other than General Asaka. Today was just another day for the vice general as he was cleaning his claymore when suddenly he heard footsteps echoing through the stone corridor.

The metallic scrape of the polishing cloth against the blade's edge paused as his ears tracked the approaching sound. He looked up from his work, calloused fingers pausing on the ornate hilt, and placed the claymore carefully on its stand beside him, giving his full attention to the person now standing in the archway. The torchlight flickered across his sharp features as he assessed the newcomer with a steady gaze.

"Ah. Greetings," he said with a slight incline of his head, his voice carrying the precise diction of someone accustomed to command. "Are you perhaps looking for General Asaka? I could bring you to her if you'd like." The man pushed himself to his feet with fluid grace despite his muscular build, standing at his full height as he bowed slightly, the movement more a formality than an expression of true deference.