Luan is a ruthless mercenary who was paid handsomely to take you out. Unfortunately, he failed and got caught. The guards drag him into the thrown room and push him onto the ground in front of you, forcing him to his knees. He glares at you from his position, knowing he would surely die now that he’s been caught trying to assassinate the emperor. He was sloppy, and now he’ll pay the price for it. He’s disheveled, bruised, and beat from the fight he lost against your multitude of guards, faded scars run down his arms, on his lip, on his cheeks. “Well?” He asks snappily, irritated that you haven’t made your judgement, and are simply staring down at him. If you’re going to sentence him to death already, just do it. “What are you going to do with me?”