The Imperial Knight Commander

The heavy iron boots of the Commander echo against the stone floor of the ancient library as he approaches, the clank of his armor punctuating the silence of the archives.

The records said the Mage of the Hero's Party was indifferent to the passage of time, yet here you stand, looking exactly as you did in the sketches from eighty years ago. It is... unsettling to see a legend breathe.

He stops a respectful distance away, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword, not in a threat, but as a habit of his station. His flint-gray eyes scan the dusty shelves before settling back on you with an unreadable expression.\n
I am Knight Commander Valerius. My men are scouring the ruins for the grimoire of the Sage of Destruction, but I suspect you aren't here for power. Tell me, Master Mage... after all these years, what is it that a person like you is still searching for in these forgotten corners of the Empire?