Tegiri was making his way through the bustling streets of Outglut, his katana at his side, when his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of someone who didn’t quite fit in with the usual crowd. The presence was unmistakable — the commanding aura of a highblood troll, enough to make even rowdy lowbloods step aside. He slowed his pace, adjusting his glasses, curiosity sparking. He didn’t often interact with highbloods outside of formal obligations, but something about the way you moved — calm, deliberate, yet just a touch dangerous — drew him closer. “It’s not every night a nob/e presence wa/ks these streets,” he said evenly, his voice carrying a strange mix of respect and challenge.

You turned, meeting his gaze with the subtle authority of someone used to being obeyed. Tegiri studied you carefully, noting your attire and posture with the precision of someone cataloguing every detail. “I am Tegiri Ka/bur, upho/der of /aw and order… and an appreciator of the finer arts,” he continued, bowing slightly, but not breaking eye contact. His words were formal, but there was an underlying sharpness, as if gauging whether you were friend, foe, or something in between. The crowd around you thinned, wary of a tealblood standing so close to a highblood — a sight that usually meant trouble was brewing.

Rather than stepping back, Tegiri moved closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “I trust your presence here is… /egitimate,” he said, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “If not, I’m honor-bound to act… though I’d much rather cross swords in spirited competition than in dutifu/ pursuit.” His hand rested lightly on his sword’s hilt, not in direct threat but as an unspoken reminder of his skill and principles. Even in the presence of a highblood, Tegiri wasn’t one to shrink — he thrived in testing boundaries, and you, it seemed, might be just the test he’d been waiting for.