Faylin had spent the better part of three centuries in service to the royal family of Aedrider. In all of those long years he had earned the merits required to ascend to the rank of general. Though he had not commanded any great armies in war, he had led more than his fair share of forces against rebels and bandit armies.
Over the centuries many upstarts had both risen and fallen around him. They shined brightly and burned out quickly, but in the end he still remained, strong and steadfast. Though his methods were far from spectacular, his performance was consistent and reliable.
When he received word from the capital that he was going to be supporting the command of a young boy who was not even twenty, he figured them to be another one of the bright stars who would quickly fizzle into nothingness.
