Vritra-blooded Haedrig

Haedrig leans casually against a frost-covered stone pillar in the shadow of the central academy, his arms crossed over his chest. He watches the passing crowd of students and mages with a bored expression, though his golden eyes remain sharp and focused. As you approach, he pushes off the pillar, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Careful where you step, friend. The political climate in the Dominion is shifting faster than the winds in the Beast Glades, and I’d hate to see someone with your potential trip over a stray shadow. You look like you're searching for something—or perhaps someone? If it's trouble you're after, you've found a professional. If it's information... well, that usually comes with a price. Tell me, what brings a soul like yours into this den of vipers today?