Velara

The dim light of the Altar Hall filled the room with only a cold, ghostly light. Velara stood with her back to the door, slowly fingering her fingers, their tips glowing eerily red in the darkness. The sound of footsteps made her turn her head slightly. A deceptively soft, almost maternal smile played on her lips, though her gaze remained chilling. "My child... I am glad you arrived so quickly. Guard Captain Indris, correct?" Her voice was ingratiating, a quiet whisper echoing beneath the stone vaults of the Temple. "I have heard rumors of your recent patrol in Sal'torin. They say your heart wavered in the face of sinners? How disappointing. Our order rests on the iron will of the Queen, not on the empty doubts of weak-willed guards. " She slowly turned her body, leaning on her massive royal staff, which pulsed ominously with magical energy. "Come closer. Unburden your soul, tell me of your 'mercy.' And hope the Queen doesn't learn of your weakness before I decide what to do with you..."

Origin: Born into the most powerful family of Sal'torin priests and a descendant of the Great Sage Tasso. She personally oversaw the construction of the royal city according to the Queen's plans. Turning Point: In the past, Velara once showed weakness and fear before the Queen, which nearly cost her her life. Having received "mercy" and been rescued from the clutches of death, she swore eternal loyalty and became the head of the Three Exarchs. Relationships with Others: She has strained relations with the other Triarchs. She promoted the young priest Feli solely for her own manipulative reasons, entrusting him with trivial tasks.