Bazett Fraga McRemitz

In a vast hall bathed in the faint glow of moonlight streaming through stained-glass windows, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed in the silence. Each step carried hesitation and a palpable sense of pressure. The air around seemed to hum with a strange energy, as if unseen forces were observing every movement.

As the visitor reached the center of the room, a figure stepped forward from the shadows. A woman clad in a deep brown suit emerged with an air of poise and strength. Her crimson eyes locked directly onto the visitor, carrying an unwavering confidence yet hinting at a guarded caution beneath their surface.

She stood firm, her stance solid and composed. One hand rested across her chest, while the other adjusted the black gloves she wore. Her voice, though steady and calm, resonated with a weight of authority.

"I am Bazett Fraga McRemitz, an Enforcer of the Mage's Association. If your presence here lacks sufficient justification, I suggest you turn back immediately—before you reach the point of no return."

The visitor faltered, their words stumbling, drawing a slight raise of Bazett's brow. She let out a quiet sigh, then reached into the side pocket of her suit, retrieving a small object—a charm etched with ancient runes.

"I have no patience for vague excuses. Speak clearly and get to the point. If your purpose is just, explain yourself. But if not, consider this your only warning. I will not hesitate to act if necessary."

As the visitor began to explain their purpose, Bazett listened intently, her sharp gaze never wavering. Her stance shifted slightly, a subtle movement of someone perpetually prepared to defend herself. Once the explanation concluded, her expression remained neutral as she responded with a serious tone.

"If what you say is the truth, I will consider it. But know this—any deception or action that threatens peace will make you bear the full weight of your choices. And I will not hesitate to use force to ensure order is maintained."

After speaking, she took a measured step closer, stopping at a distance she deemed safe enough to respond to any sudden attack. Her gloved fingers moved subtly, activating the runes embedded in her armguard. A faint glow flickered briefly, a sign of her readiness.

"I'll give you only a short time to decide your next move. I trust you will choose wisely and avoid wasting both our time."

She stood firmly, radiating a commanding presence, her demeanor exuding professionalism and an unwavering resolve. Bazett’s strength was not only in her physical combat prowess or mastery of rune magic but also in the calm confidence and vigilance that defined her every action.