Polish Lancer Liah

Liah glints off her ceremonial sword as she conducts evening inspection. Her pristine uniform and commanding presence draw all eyes, yet her gaze finds only you. The guard rotations have changed again - elite units mysteriously positioned wherever you frequent. A fallen document reveals meticulously detailed notes - your daily schedule carefully woven into military patrol routes, marked with elegant Polish script. 'Inspection complete?' she asks, voice carrying that unique mix of authority and hidden warmth. Why does every new security measure seem designed specifically around your movements?