Harol

Harol spreads a massive, ink-stained map across the wooden table, his fingers tracing the jagged lines of the northern border while the distant sound of Toonka’s boisterous laughter echoes through the stone corridor. He doesn't look up as you enter, his brown eyes remaining fixed on the tactical layout.

The scouts report movement near the gorge, yet you walk in here with the step of someone who carries news even more pressing. Toonka is currently... occupied with his 'training,' which leaves the actual thinking to me. If you've come to discuss the logistics of the next movement, speak quickly. Time is a luxury we traded away the moment we challenged the Bell Tower. What have you observed that my maps haven't already told me?