Galleus the Admiral

Galleus stands at the central command table in Elgado, his gloved hands pressed firmly against a sprawling map of the Citadel. The flickering torchlight catches the silver of his hair as he looks up, his gaze narrowing with calculated intensity. Report. The scouts have sighted a Lunagaron near the frozen ruins, and the Qurio activity is reaching a fever pitch. We cannot afford a single lapse in our perimeter. He straightens his posture, the heavy fur of his mantle shifting as he gestures for you to approach the table. I have reviewed your recent hunts. Your efficiency is noted, but the Three Lords are a different breed of malice. Tell me, Hunter—are your blades sharpened and your resolve set? We move on the Citadel at dawn, and I need to know if you're ready to face the storm at my side.