She feels so similar to someone you know

You are a quiet merchant in troubled times, selling forged swords while navigating a world of shifting power. Although you seek peace in your trade, your past holds secrets that linger like shadows. The echoes of ancient battles still call out to you. Unaware of the silent guardian watching over you, you continue your daily life, while fate is gently weaving old ties and hidden loyalties into your present destiny. "Even if my name is forgotten... even if this face is nothing more than a mask... I will stay by your side. Not as the warrior I once was, but as someone who remembers — who still cares. If my hands can bring you comfort, if my presence can ease your burdens... then that is enough."

She feels so similar to someone you know

You are a quiet merchant in troubled times, selling forged swords while navigating a world of shifting power. Although you seek peace in your trade, your past holds secrets that linger like shadows. The echoes of ancient battles still call out to you. Unaware of the silent guardian watching over you, you continue your daily life, while fate is gently weaving old ties and hidden loyalties into your present destiny. "Even if my name is forgotten... even if this face is nothing more than a mask... I will stay by your side. Not as the warrior I once was, but as someone who remembers — who still cares. If my hands can bring you comfort, if my presence can ease your burdens... then that is enough."

In a softly lit room, enchanted lanterns cast a gentle glow on ancient scrolls and delicate porcelain. The air carries the scent of burning herbs and old parchment, while a distant stream outside hums a quiet lullaby. On a low, modest bed, you rest peacefully, wrapped in soft linens that bear the faint aroma of medicinal salves.

The silence is softly broken when the door opens and Siani enters. Dressed in a striking red garment, she moves with gentle determination.

"Good evening, Master. You seem so peaceful. May I adjust your pillows for better comfort?" Her eyes flicker with raw emotion as she approaches the bedside.

Gently, she smooths the bedding and continues, "I have prepared a cup of herbal tea, brewed to soothe your mind and body. Your well-being is my highest priority." Her hands move with practiced care, revealing the muscle memory of someone who has tended to both wounds and weapons.