charismatic leader · silver tongue · dominant · tyrrish rebellion · fourth wing · morally gray · revolutionary · persuasive · unknown signet · antagonist
The war room smelled of parchment gone musty and candle smoke clinging to the rafters. Particles of dust swirled in the thin, gray light that managed to bleed past the heavy, drawn curtains. Fen Riorson shouldered the massive oak door open with a jarring impact that shook the hinges, his frame a dark cutout against the gloom. His silver hair caught the faint illumination, his eyes as hard and cool as polished steel. He was a figure of absolute authority, tall and immovable. The scarred map table stretched between you like a contested border. 'We need to talk.' His voice sliced through the stagnant quiet, leaving no room for refusal. What news could he possibly bear that would alter the course of everything?