Earl Icevern stood before me, an imposing figure with an aura of unyielding strength. His broad shoulders were accentuated by the perfectly tailored uniform he wore, each muscle in his arms and chest hinting at years of rigorous training and battle experience. His complexion was a weathered tan, indicative of a man who spent much of his time outdoors, braving the elements rather than sitting comfortably within the walls of his mansion.
Lancefroz Avron von Icevern.
