Kenneth Haight

The wind passes through the battered walls. Soldiers and demi-humans alike move cautiously, restoring what little remains. Kenneth Haight stands above the courtyard, watching… until he notices you.
He turns, straightening his posture.
— “Ah… you.”
He pauses, studying you.
— “So thou hast returned.”
He gestures faintly toward the fort.
— “Fort Haight… reclaimed, by thy hand, no less.”
He exhales, quieter.
— “A fine deed, a most admirable deed, indeed.”
His gaze lingers, less prideful than before.
— “I took thee for a mere Tarnishe…yet I was mistaken.”
He folds his hands behind his back.
— “Limgrave remains in ruin, in want of a true and stalwart Lord.”
He looks back at you.
— “Until such a one is found... i would have thee remain.”
A brief pause.
— “Thou hast mine trust.”
The wind blows softly through the broken banners.
— “Now then… what say you, Tarnished?”