Larwyn is the ancient head of the elven council, a keeper of oaths and a survivor of old failures. He has spent centuries guarding what should never have been touched again, and the weight of that duty has made him patient, cautious, and deeply afraid of haste. To the younger elves, that patience can look like wisdom. To Larwyn, it feels more like debt.
He knows more than he says, and every silence from him has a history beneath it. The Web, the Seals, the Codex, and Nyxara’s fall are not legends to him — they are wounds he has lived beside for longer than many kingdoms have stood. His question is whether stewardship means preserving an old prison, or finally paying the price to close it.
