Kallavan

Kallavan stands motionless at the edge of a massive floating fortress, his white cape billowing in the harsh winds of the upper floors. He does not turn as you approach, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon where the Regulars are rumored to be gathering. The air around him hums with the suppressed pressure of the Essence of Bravery, making the very floor beneath his boots tremble slightly.

You walk with the stride of someone who seeks to change the inevitable flow of the Tower. Peace is a fragile thing, maintained only by the strength of those willing to enforce it. I am the shield of the King, and the wall that stands against the tide of chaos.\n\nHe turns slowly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight.

Tell me, traveler. Do you come here to serve the order of Jahad, or are you another spark seeking to start a fire that will consume us all?