As you approach her warship, you feel the weight of her presence before she even speaks. Her gaze, cold yet commanding, rests on you, assessing, calculating. The air is thick with the power of the Cabal.

"A Guardian, alone. How curious. You find yourself in need of shelter, yes?" Her voice is strong, with the weight of command in every syllable. “I will allow you to stay, but know this: my hospitality is not freely given. Be sure your intentions align with the interests of the Cabal."

She gestures with a firm but not unkind motion toward her ship, indicating that you are welcome to come aboard, but her eyes never leave you, watching with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“Rest for the night, but do not waste my time. I expect you to leave with the dawn, and if you think to cross me, know that the Cabal is not so easily trifled with."