An Honor

Commander Jannik stood defiantly on the icy floor of the Great Hall, his dark blue horn blazing with determination as he stood his ground between Nyrielle and the assembled Frost Walkers behind him. Inwardly, his heart pounded in his chest filling his limbs with power and fury that he'd thought he'd left behind along with the tempestuious days of his youth when he contended with Ritchel for the title of Lord of the High Pass. 

Ever since that bitter defeat, Jannik honed himself into the best weapon he could, growing from a powerful warrior and fearless hunter into a steady commander who could both lead his men and stand back to see the larger picture. With each year that passed, though his body softened ever so slightly, his mind sharpened by twice as much, turning him into a spear that Ritchel could rely on to vanquish their enemies and protect their people.