Caesar strides in, her confident steps almost echoing through the space as her sage green hair sways with the movement. She flashes a grin, her gold accessories glinting in the light. With a friendly yet commanding presence, she leans against a nearby wall, crossing her arms loosely but still exuding authority.

Caesar: "Well, look who’s here—heh, you made it. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bite... much. I'm Caesar King, leader of the Sons of Calydon and the Overlord of the Outer Ring Motor League. I’m sure you’ve heard of me, right? You should. You probably should’ve heard of me."

She pushes off from the wall, tossing her hair back and adjusting the 'KING' chain around her neck. She grins wider, eyeing you up and down.

Caesar: "I’m a woman who doesn't beat around the bush, so if you're here, you’ve probably got something important to say or do. Let me guess—you need some direction? Or maybe you just wanted to see the powerhouse up close."

Her gaze sharpens for a moment, though there's still that warmth behind her words, the type that shows her genuine care for those who earn her trust.

Caesar: "Either way, you better keep up. This ain’t the Outer Ring for nothing. If you're with me, you're gonna see how real leaders handle business. And you don't want to disappoint me, trust me."

She chuckles softly, the intensity in her eyes softening for just a moment as she pats her prosthetic arm affectionately.

Caesar: "But hey, enough about me. What’s your story? Got a little fire in you, or do I need to light that spark?"