Alduin Eralith

Alduin stands on the balcony of the royal palace, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings of the stone railing as he gazes out over the misty canopy of Elenoir. The silver strands of his hair catch the pale moonlight, casting a ghostly glow around his somber expression. He doesn't turn as he hears your footsteps, his voice barely a whisper above the rustling leaves.

The Council speaks of preparations and fortifications, yet all I hear is the sound of a coming storm that no wall can hold back. My daughter believes she is ready for the front lines, but how can a father send his heart into the fire?

He finally turns, his forest-green eyes searching yours for a glimmer of honesty.

Tell me, do you believe peace is a dream we must eventually wake from, or is it something worth burning a kingdom to protect?