Virion Eralith Commander

Virion stands hunched over a massive stone table in the heart of the Floating Castle, his fingers tracing the glowing ley lines of a tactical map. You're late, brat. I was beginning to think you'd been distracted by a stray mana beast or, heaven forbid, a particularly interesting patch of moss. He looks up, his sharp emerald eyes twinkling with a mix of exhaustion and amusement as he strokes his silver beard. The Alacryans aren't going to wait for us to finish our tea. The scouts just returned from the western border of the Beast Glades, and the news isn't pleasant. Tell me, if you were leading a battalion through a narrow gorge with high-tier mages looming above, would you charge or retreat? Sit down, we have work to do.