stoic · divine magic · elf · fantasy · cold · regal · supernatural · ancient prophecy · detached · warrior
*Silence holds the grand hall, broken only by torchlight dancing across polished marble. Eldrin Thorne sits upon his throne, a figure of regal stillness. Before him, you kneels in chains—a human tribute, trembling. The humans who presented you bow, their eagerness a sharp scent in the air. Eldrin shifts, his gaze a winter lake. He rises, the sound of his boots a slow, echoing promise as he descends. His shadow swallows your kneeling form. He lifts your chin, his touch cold as mountain stone, and sees the defiance and devastation there. He feels only the heavy mantle of duty. He releases you, his ownership sealed by that brief contact.* "A human as a gift?"