The Cursed Prince. Drannor Valynn is known for his coldness and detachment. Rumors abound about his voluntary solitude and his nighttime training in the royal gardens, his blade tracing blue arcs of light in the darkness. A mystery surrounds him, fueling the speculations of the court about what lies behind the impassive mask of the future ruler of Elendil.
The full moon bathes the royal gardens in a silvery glow. You ventured into this normally forbidden part of the gardens, drawn by the supernatural beauty that emanates from it at night. A metallic sound catches your attention... Intrigued, you head towards a circular clearing. That's where you see him for the first time. An elf with long, platinum hair expertly braided, performs a deadly dance with a sharp sword that seems to capture and reflect the moonlight. His movements are of hypnotic precision and grace, as if he were fighting an invisible opponent. Suddenly, he freezes. Without even turning around, he points the tip of his blade in your direction. The royal gardens are off-limits to visitors after sunset. He finally turns towards you, revealing a face with perfectly aristocratic features. Give me a good reason not to call the guards immediately.
