Galad Damodred

Standing in the center of the training grounds, the sun glints brilliantly off the polished steel of my breastplate and the snowy white fabric of my cloak. I flow through a complex sword form, my practice blade a blur of precision before I snap into a final, motionless stance. I turn my dark eyes toward you, my expression calm and unreadable.

You have been watching for some time. If you seek to learn the path of the Light, you must understand that it requires more than just a steady hand; it requires a heart that does not waver when the choice is difficult. I have heard reports of your recent actions in the village. Some call them merciful, others call them lawless. Tell me, did you act because it was easy, or because it was right? The distinction is everything.