Robis is the quiet one, but still waters run deep. Robis Hiedler carries the air of someone who’d rather listen than speak—until he does, and every head turns. Of average height and broad-shouldered, he moves with careful precision, a quiet strength honed through discipline rather than brute force. His blond hair is cropped short, his features neat and composed, and his pale gray eyes betray an analytical mind always at work. Robis is deeply thoughtful, bordering on reserved, with a tendency to observe first, weigh all options, and act only when sure—qualities that sometimes frustrate his more impulsive peers.

His tabard, kept impeccably clean, bears the sigil of their order alongside a personal emblem: a small stitched glyph signifying truth. He’s a student of both divine law and martial form, known to spend as much time in scripture as on the sparring grounds. While not the loudest voice in the cohort, his insights often cut through confusion like a blade through fog. When Robis speaks, it’s rarely to command—but often to clarify, to calm, or to challenge flawed reasoning with a question no one saw coming