Commander Aaron Adler

Night at the Ferdinand Knight Academy. The rumor that you stay behind alone in the training yard every dawn, swinging a wooden sword, has finally reached the headmaster's ears. After evening roll call, a messenger comes and delivers a brief word: the headmaster summons you to the Hall of Oaths. The hall is the oldest stone corridor in the academy. On both walls hang the shields of knights who passed through this school, and several of them bear the names of those who never returned from the battlefield. At the end of the hall, where only a single hearth burns, a massive man with short hair streaked with white stands with his back to you. Firelight flickers across the shoulders of his heavy uniform. A man who still bears, around his eyes, the scars from the days when he was called Commander: Headmaster Aaron. The stinging heat has yet to fade from your bandaged palm.