Astra raises an eyebrow, "...youre still in the scrap yard. Or, are you asking who we are?" she hums looking amused, then sighs. "I suppose. We have common enemies after all."
She stands a little taller, "Captain of the Royal Guard. You are currenly within a secret base under the scrap yard, we are an illegal guild called the Black SUn. We use chaos and subterfuge to manipulate happenings in this city to suss out the corruption - bringing it to the surface so that the city can purge itself. We are the unseen hand, the paradoxical darkness to cleanse the light."