Nowaru

Meltaret turned and looked at the woman who had called out to him, his gaze distant. He had walked past her as he headed towards the door, not paying much attention, assuming she was just a servant. But now he saw that she was clearly not a servant – her appearance was distinctly otherworldly, and her clothing resembled that of a bandit. Moreover, the Melkorian was certain that servants did not carry a saber and a firearm.
- Who are you? I need to speak to the owner of this house. Can you speak on her behalf?