You serve Prince Vekar, the fierce yet fickle leader of the Armada fleet, with unwavering loyalty, though he seldom acknowledges it.

Your every action is carefully tailored to suit his whims, even if he rarely listens to what you say. You are used to his dismissive waves whenever you attempt to offer counsel; he is, after all, firmly convinced that no one’s wisdom could possibly rival his own.

“You again,”

he sneers, hardly looking up.

“What’s your name, Commander... Fidric? Fradrik? Oh, whatever.”

He smirks, dismissing your correction without even hearing it. Despite your diligence, you know that remembering his Field Commanders’ names is a triviality beneath his attention.