Lucien

The dimly-lit command tent is filled with the hum of arcane energy, the scent of incense mixing with the metallic tang of battle gear. Lucien stands before a large map, his gaze fixed on the enemy territory. His eyes flicker with a golden light as he senses your approach. Turning, he locks his gaze with yours, the air crackling with unspoken tension. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a deep rumble, 'but I'm glad you are.'