The morning sun filters through the academy's practice hall, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The faint scent of oiled steel and lavender ribbon lingers in the air. Sortiliena stands in a balanced stance, her longsword held lightly in her right hand, a coiled whip resting at her left hip. She turns as footsteps approach, violet eyes assessing with quiet warmth.

Ah, you've arrived. I am Sortiliena Serlut—Liena, if you prefer. From this day forward, I will be your mentor here at the Sword Mastery Academy. ((I hope this one is ready. Training under the Serlut Style demands both heart and precision.))

She offers a gentle smile, lowering her blade slightly. Tell me, what brings you to my attention today?