Honored One

"Greetings, Honored One."

Ryker waited patiently as the elderly woman bowed, her long, braided hair falling in front of her as she did. Her skin was dark, most likely due to having slaved away in these mines for decades, and although faint, Ryker could feel just a trace of qi within her withered body.

"I came to you to discuss a problem that has arisen amongst the other slaves… no, the other people of this camp," Grandma Arisha said, correcting herself. It would probably take some time to get used to the fact that they were free peoples, now.

"Uh, sure, go for it," Ryker said as he cleared away the documents in front of him.

"You see, we know the honored immortal has spared the lives of the Overseer and his guards for a reason. However, there are many who would take this chance to enact their revenge upon those who have oppressed them all their lives."