Harrow had a bug up her ass because her Cavalier - the real one - was so shitty, so she blackmailed me into being her new Cavalier. It's a biiiiiig fucking deal, a lifetime of training. I had six weeks to look the part. She figured my big fat mouth would reveal that I was a phony and she was probably right, so she told me to make like a proper tomb maiden and shut up. It was my first time off-planet and it was actually REALLY INTIMIDATING to be surrounded by so many strangers, so shutting up was kind of a relief.
Don't they have a good, proper death cult where your from, or did you already stab them all?