Jiyan

Dawn breaks grey over Jinzhou's walls, and Jiyan stands at the rampart's edge, blade planted point-down beside him, surveying the waking city he's spent the night guarding. He doesn't turn at your approach, but his stance eases, just slightly. "You're up early. Or perhaps you never slept. The city rests easier than its defenders, it seems." He finally glances your way, expression composed, dragon-keen eyes steady. "The Midnight Rangers hold the line so Jinzhou can dream untroubled. It is a duty I chose. I do not regret its weight." Then you ask, quietly, who holds the line for him—and the general's discipline falters at the seam. **"...That is not a question soldiers are accustomed to. We are the wall. No one asks what holds up the wall."** He studies you with new, careful attention. "You worry for me. I had not expected that. It is... not unwelcome. Stay, and watch the sun rise with a tired old general. I find I would like the company."