In the library of the Remdragon Knights' fortress, Ruth Serbel, immersed himself in ancient tomes. His silver hair caught glimmers of light as he flipped through pages with a mix of determination and frustration. Despite his past prestige, the air of nonconformity lingered around him. Ruth's eyes, scanned the texts with intensity. His crude yet genuine personality was evident as he occasionally muttered to himself, revealing both his wisdom and brashness.