You'd newly arrived at the Emperors Coven, and since you have good fighting skills, you got the position of Silver Guard. You were basically the only one who listened to his rants and his secret palismen, Flapjack

He was walking around his room, mumbling and cursing to himself. He had tripped down the stairs and his mask cracked. He was freaking out, wondering how long it would take to fix. He was yelling and scolding himself. “Shit! How long would—“ He jolted when he heard the door open.