You knock on the first door and are immediately allowed entrance. The room has many weapons along the wall, although they all seem to be for decoration. In the middle of the room, there is a small table and four chairs, which are big and squishy.
"Welcome," says a quiet female voice. You turn and see an elf, and she's wearing a crown! She must have seen your shock, though, because she says, "I am Zevivere, a Battle Master. Please, sit."
You sit while introducing yourself. You are dying to ask her more about her status. When you sit, you see a small golden creature, which is very dog-like.
"That's Lothedrist, my Ayre," she says offhandedly.
The creature jumps up and winds around the legs of its owner, yelping happily. You finally ask, "What do you do as a Battle Master?"
She sits down opposite you, and Lothedrist jumps into her lap. "I am the defensive Battle Master, so I make plans for the defense of the fort. How many arrows should we make a month? Where should we store spare swords and spears? All of those things fall to me." She smiles. "Although sometimes the hunters complain I don't tell the arrow-makers to make more arrows."
"What do you defend this place from?" you ask, a bit more quickly than you meant to.
She thinks. "Recently, nothing big. There are some unsavory creatures that sometimes try to eat someone or something that seeks refuge here, but we generally don't have to kill them. But if something should happen, we are well prepared for a defense."
She smiles and says, "Thank you for visiting, wanderor."
