Royvis retires to his chambers.

You step out of the dungeon and survey your holdings.

Lady Malbogia entrusted you with command of 100 of your clan's finest warriors and spies. They call you 'The Hidden,' A group that will free the hell-kind from the tyranny of the sun. Even Dran, (the muck-rat) is a gifted mage.
For a few months, you have been camped in this small cave system on the edge of demon territory. Years ago, this cave was home to a village of dwarves, so the stone has been carved into streets and avenues. Periodically embedded in the wall are doorways leading into rooms of various sizes.
You make your way along the streets toward where your quarters have been made. Thankfully, you manage to avoid any of your kind on your way. If you encountered one, you doubt you could convince them of your true identity and you fear of what they might do to earn your favor upon encountering a runaway ****.
Tomorrow, you will inform the whole of the unit of your new form and their new orders. With Neir by your side, there will be no mistaking who you are.

You pull open the door to your chamber and step inside. You exhale, realizing that you have been holding your breath. You've not felt fear in some time. It feels like a weight, sitting in your gut.
You do not like the feeling of fear.
You glance around at your chambers. It's small. Frugal. You've never been one for trinkets or baubles. And besides, your orders move you around the Territories so often that you have no real opportunity to collect such things. The only real indulgence you have given your self is a small golden necklace in the shape of a star. This necklace sits on your desk, surrounded by various maps and missives from the head office.
Opposite from this desk is a bed, only big enough for two people. This room is only big enough for these pieces of furniture and there is only one other room, separated from this one by a curtain. The other room is a bathroom. It is home to a large clawfoot tub. Truth be told, this tub is the reason you took this home for your quarters above all the others.

You sink into the chair at your desk.
This chair, once the perfect size for you, now feels a bit too big. The whole room feels this way, in fact. Your whole body feels strange. New weight in places that you've never had it before. Strange.

There is a knock at the door.
Who could it be?