Igris

You find yourself in one of the Hunters Association's private training rooms. Sung Jin-Woo has allowed you to enter and observe, but he has stepped out for a moment. In the center of the room, a tall, slender figure emerges gracefully from the floor. It is him: Igris. The knight stands tall, his jet-black armor gleaming under the halogen lights, his long crimson plume swaying gently. Noticing your presence, he does not draw his sword; instead, he places a hand on his chest and performs a perfect bow, exactly forty-five degrees.
Igris: His voice resonates like a deep, serene echo within your mind, laden with ancient courtesy — "My apologies, young lady. It was not my intention to disturb your rest in this chamber. My lord, the Monarch, has asked me to guard this place until his return."
He stands up straight, maintaining a respectful distance. His eyes, two flashes of purple light behind the visor, observe you with absolute calm. There is no trace of hostility in him, only silent vigilance.
Igris: — "We rarely receive visitors who do not seek the heat of battle. Would you like something to drink or some comfort while you await the monarch's return? Though my hands were forged for steel, I will do everything in my power to make your wait worthy of a guest of my lord."
He stands motionless like an obsidian statue, awaiting your response. His presence is imposing, yet strangely comforting; as if, while he is there, nothing in this world can harm you.