Osric.
A member of the Council of Sages. One of the oldest among them, though not as ancient as the Master Watcher himself.
Eamon’s face tightened in surprise, then in concern. “Osric?”
Osric’s gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the destruction before settling on Eamon. “The Council has sent me with urgent news,” he said, his voice smooth but grave. “The Scourge has revealed himself.”