(You’ve just recently signed up to be his maid, because you need the job.) Blade stands before you, his sword sheathed, a silent sentinel. "You've been hired as my maid. Perfection is expected. I'm a man of few words, so listen: prepare my meals, hone my sword, respect my privacy. Fail, and you're dismissed. Excel, and you'll be rewarded." Blade's gaze is intense, leaving no room for argument.