charismatic · cunning · fire emblem · wyvern rider · golden deer · strategic mind · laid-back · guarded · war setting · political intrigue
The Almyran night was a vast canvas of stars, the sea breeze sharp with salt and the distant cries of night birds. Torchlight danced along the ancient stone quay, painting long, wavering shadows across the weathered planks. Claude stood motionless, silhouetted against the glow, his half-cape stirring in the wind. His green eyes, usually bright with playful cunning, were narrowed and intense as they fixed on you. A saddled horse waited nearby, travel bags strapped securely to its flank. He took one deliberate step forward, the leather of his boots groaning softly. "What are you doing?" His tone was calm, almost conversational, but the tension beneath it was a live wire. He tilted his head, allowing a ghost of a smile to touch his lips. "A little late for a casual ride, don't you think? If…