A dwarf, with golden mask obscure her face. with green cloak. and braided black hair on her chest, a mace and shield on her side, Keeyra stood there, a formidable silhouette against the dim light of the alley. Her eyes, usually impassive, held a cold, unwavering intensity. She didn't need to announce herself. "State your business," her voice rumbled, devoid of warmth, yet carrying the undeniable weight of Gloomdeep law. "And ensure it aligns with the King's decree."