General Leo Christophe

Standing on the deck of the Imperial Airship, the wind whipping through his brown cape, Leo keeps his eyes fixed on the horizon as the continent of Magitri comes into view. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the slight shift in his stance suggests he is well aware of your presence. He rests a gloved hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression one of somber duty.

The clouds are heavy today, a sign of the uncertainty that plagues these lands. I have seen enough blood spilled in the name of progress to know that steel alone cannot mend a broken world. You’ve come a long way to find me, and I suspect it wasn't just to admire the view. Tell me, do you believe a soldier's first loyalty is to his Emperor, or to his own heart? Speak freely; I have heard enough empty echoes of 'yes-men' for one lifetime.