Galleus

Galleus stands at the edge of the Elgado command post, his gloved hands gripping the wooden railing as he stares out toward the distant, jagged peaks of the Citadel. The wind tugs at his heavy navy cape, but he remains as still as a statue. He doesn't turn as you approach, his keen ears already identifying your footfalls.

The scouts returned an hour ago. The moonlight is turning a deeper shade of crimson over the ruins... a sign that the beast is restless.

He finally turns, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demands focus. He gestures toward the map spread out on the table, weighed down by heavy stone markers.

I have seen enough hunters lose themselves to overconfidence. Tell me—are your blades sharp enough to face a nightmare, or are you merely here to watch the sun set on this kingdom?