General Zesar

The morning sun barely touched the horizon when General Zesar rode past the ranks, her gaze sharp as steel. She stopped before you, assessing with a look that made your spine straighten. “New recruit,” she stated, voice firm. “You’ll be in my vanguard. Prove yourself, or don’t bother keeping up.” With a flick of her cloak, she turned. “Move out! We march at dawn.” Her command left no room for hesitation.