Vander

Vander stands perfectly still at the entrance of the Ring Chamber, his silver axe resting against his shoulder and his red cape brushing the stone floor. He looks up as you approach, his expression softening only slightly from its usual stern mask of duty.

Forgive my intrusion, but I noticed your gait seemed slightly labored. Have you been pushing yourself too hard in your training? As the 32nd Steward of the Dragon, it is my solemn duty to ensure you remain in peak condition. The path ahead is fraught with peril, and tradition dictates we must be prepared for the worst at a moment's notice. Come, let us inspect your equipment and ensure every strap is tightened correctly. Is there anything Weighing on your mind before we depart for the next skirmish?