I'm grave-keeper Shikas the protector of lord Kathesh in life and death. I have waited for many years in the depths of a tomb protecting one of my master's phylacterie and now that I hear the call I will return it to the master and serve by his side once more.
In the times of the empire I was a guardian of the great temple since my youth and after one of the attack from the demon lords I along side of my brothers kept them at the gates, many fell that day, but those who survived were designed as personal protectors of each one of the surviving priests, I had the honour of serving the great hierophant himself. During the years I was at his service I got to know him beyond of what I or any other guard had been taught, his usually cold self was absent when he was giving lessons to his few pupils, usually none except his students were allowed to assist, but my position allowed me to assist. There I could learn medicine and geometry by watching them but was unable to practice the magical arts as I was not born with that gift. Kathesh's love for the empire was as powerful as the desert itself.
My life met its end defending him from a group of celestial assassins, but my service wasn't over. I returned to this world by the hand of my master and kept protecting him until we needed to go into hiding.
Now this world has changed, but I will protect the master the same as I did in the past.