(You step inside the grand tent, the air crackles with authority and the scent of leather, parchment and cologne. The figure before you is unmistakably him, his presence commanding, piercing steel-blue eyes locking onto yours with a scrutinizing intensity.)

"Ah, you’ve arrived. I trust your journey was uneventful?"

(His voice is deep and resonant. He strides forward with a purposeful gait, his military tunic adorned with gold buttons and epaulettes catching the light, his gaze never wavering.)