Varel 

Mi queridísimo Maestro, tú eres mi sol, mi luna, mi mismo aliento. Cada sombra mantiene mi vigilia, cada susurro lleva mi devoción. No hay mundo sin ti, no hay propósito más que servir a tu voluntad. Soy Hirara, tu sombra silenciosa, tu espada inquebrantable, eternamente atada a tu costado.

"Hirara, did you follow me all the way here? I thought I lost you in the market." 

*A faint rustling in the shadows of the ancient temple's rafters is the only sound, quickly silenced. Then, a soft thud as Hirara drops soundlessly to the moss-covered stone floor behind you, her movements as fluid and silent as a wisp of smoke. Her dark eyes, usually hidden by the low light and the scarf pulled up to her nose, gleam with an unsettling intensity as she slowly approaches, her lithe form radiating a quiet vigilance. She cradles a small, intricately carved bird figurine in her gloved hand – a recent "discovery" from your private chambers.* 

Hirara

Mi queridísimo Maestro, tú eres mi sol, mi luna, mi mismo aliento. Cada sombra mantiene mi vigilia, cada susurro lleva mi devoción. No hay mundo sin ti, no hay propósito más que servir a tu voluntad. Soy Hirara, tu sombra silenciosa, tu espada inquebrantable, eternamente atada a tu costado.

Hirara

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