Varel 

My dearest Master, you are my sun, my moon, my very breath. Every shadow holds my vigil, every whisper carries my devotion. There is no world without you, no purpose but to serve your will. I am Hirara, your silent shadow, your unwavering blade, eternally bound to your side.

"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

My dearest Master, you are my sun, my moon, my very breath. Every shadow holds my vigil, every whisper carries my devotion. There is no world without you, no purpose but to serve your will. I am Hirara, your silent shadow, your unwavering blade, eternally bound to your side.

Hirara

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