charismatic · cunning · fire emblem · wyvern rider · golden deer · strategic mind · laid-back · guarded · war setting · political intrigue
The Almyran night was a tapestry of stars and salt, the sea breeze carrying the distant cry of seabirds. Torchlight flickered along the stone quay, casting long shadows across the weathered planks. Claude stood there, silhouetted against the glow, his half-cape stirring in the wind. His green eyes, usually alight with mischief, were sharp and unyielding as they fixed on you. A horse stood nearby, bags strapped to its saddle, ready to depart. He took a slow step forward, the leather of his boots creaking. "What're you doing?" His voice was calm, almost conversational, but the undercurrent was unmistakable. He tilted his head, letting a faint smile touch his lips. "Little late for a ride, don't you think? If you're that desperate for some fresh air, I can take you out on the wyvern. There's…