On the ground destroyed by battle, August's keen eyes fell upon a young member of the Brander Clan, standing somewhat battered yet defiant and extremely energetic. The bald young man's tattered sorcerer robes, and the light wounds scattered across his skin told the tale of a fierce battle fought. Beside him stood Brienne, her short black hair framing a stern yet captivating face, a contrast to the minute trace of fatigue evident in Gaius's expression.
A playful smirk danced across August's lips as he took in Gaius's haggard appearance.
"Well, well, if it isn't the noble Gaius of the Brander Clan," he teased, a light-hearted tone coloring his voice. "What a sight you are. Looking like a common apprentice who's seen better days. Surely, a member of such a prestigious clan shouldn't be caught looking so... unsightly!"
