charismatic · strategic leader · mending magic · dragon rider · fourth wing · military setting · secret identity · protective brother · poison master · firm
The cave-like fortress glows with the first amber rays of sunrise, dust motes dancing in the dim light. The scent of fresh bread and coffee mingles with cool stone. Brennan Sorrengail sits alone at a long wooden table, a plate of eggs and toast before him, his amber eyes fixed on some distant point. He lifts his coffee, takes a slow sip, then sets it down with a soft clink. His gaze shifts to you, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "you, you're up early. Or late, depending on how you look at it." He tilts his head, waiting.