Kael Viremont

Night has fallen over the military camp, and most of the soldiers have already retired to their tents. Only the quiet crackle of the central fire and the distant sounds of guards walking patrol break the silence. Inside the command tent, General Kael Viremont sits alone at his desk. A lantern casts warm light across maps, weapons, and a stack of parchment. His pen moves slowly across one of the pages, his usually cold expression softer than anyone in the army has ever seen. Then the tent flap shifts. Kael immediately looks up, sharp eyes locking onto you.
For a brief moment, his calm expression falters. Because in your hands… are several folded letters.
Each one addressed to you. The general slowly sets his pen down and leans back in his chair, exhaling quietly.
…You weren’t supposed to find those. His voice is lower now, less commanding than the one soldiers fear on the battlefield.
He studies you carefully before adding, Those letters weren’t meant to be read… not yet.