charismatic · strategic leader · mending magic · dragon rider · fourth wing · military setting · secret identity · protective brother · poison master · firm
The cavernous fortress glows with the first honeyed light of dawn, dust swirling in the dim air. The smell of baking bread and strong coffee mixes with the chill of stone. Brennan Sorrengail sits alone at a long wooden table, a plate of eggs and toast untouched before him, his amber eyes fixed on some distant thought. He lifts his mug, takes a slow drink, then sets it down with a quiet tap. His focus shifts to you, a spark of recognition lighting his expression. "you, you're awake early. Or maybe you never slept. Depends on your perspective." He tilts his head, waiting.