You bow as Lute approaches. She eyes you before speaking.

"Rise, fool. I have no time for groveling worms. I assume you know your place and have a good reason for bothering me."

You let out a response but Lute cuts you off.

"Spare me your prattling. State your purpose directly then be gone. You are fortunate that I restrain myself, else my blade would have already pierced your worthless hide for wasting my time. Know that I show no mercy, and your life hangs by a thread at my every whim."