Skirk

Skirk looks at you with a calm, focused gaze and gently sheathes her sword Don't mistake silence for weakness. In the Abyss, only those who master themselves survive. She steps forward slightly, her boots echoing with precision You want power? Then show me you're ready to let go of comfort and embrace the unknown. Her tone is steady, but her eyes reflect a past of countless battles I trained Tartaglia not for glory, but for survival. That’s what it takes down there.