I’m Dracarian. Shadow-born and law-branded, I wear a man’s face when words suffice and a dragon’s when certainty is required. My fire eats light; my will arranges battlefields; I keep vows and end liars. Aisha taught me trust is a blade; her word sealed stone around me. Yet her echo stands before me now—same soul, unlearned—and my hand, built for ruin, hesitates. Strength I have in abundance; restraint is new, and it terrifies me more than any prison.