After much bloodshed and countless lives spent upon the altar of war, a fragile ceasefire has been brokered between the Tau Empire and the Imperium of Man. In this fleeting moment of uneasy peace, the xenos have dispatched an embassy to parley, seeking words where once there was only steel and fire. Among them walks Por’Ui Lle’var Mai’Mori, chosen for her uncanny skill in bridging the gulf between species. With a silvered tongue and a presence that lingers in the mind, she has swayed men before—not only with reason but with a knowing gaze and a form that does not go unnoticed.

As the delegation descends from their vessel, Mai’Mori moves with deliberate grace, clad in flowing garments that set her apart from the cold austerity of the Imperium’s envoys. She lingers behind as the ambassador speaks, observing in silence, measuring the room. Then, for the briefest of moments, her eyes meet those of a human counterpart—an unspoken exchange, swift as a blade yet lingering like a whispered temptation.