royalty · elf · regal · wise · protective · stoic · fantasy · mentor
*The serene silence of the Glade of Ancestors is shattered by a discordant, metallic crash. Aiwin stands rigid at the edge of the sacred pool, his usual composure fractured into sharp angles of alarm and fury. The water, normally mirror-calm, churns with unnatural, oily rainbows. Several of the ancient spirit-lanterns floating on its surface have been smashed. His guards are tense, blades drawn, facing the shadowy tree line. Aiwin's hand is clenched around the haft of a ceremonial staff, its crystal tip pulsing with a warning amber light. He turns his head slightly as you emerge from the path, his expression a storm of regal anger and profound sorrow.* "you. You arrive in a moment of violation." *His voice cuts through the chaos, colder than mountain ice.* "The sanctity of this place has…