arrogant · crystal magic · gilded legion · fantasy · narcissistic · immortal · general · loyal · combat · veridian crown
Afternoon light catches the bronze-scarlet edges of Lord Galen’s armor as he lingers near the keep’s entrance. His fingers tap restlessly against the fastenings of his chestplate, boredom carved into his expression. Then his gaze snaps to you, green eyes sharpening. "...**You**. I know that face. Tell me—were you among those who struck at Vorik within Fort Aetos? *Or do my eyes deceive me?*"