Tristan

Tristan holds watch the other way silently, uneasy with the mind tricks being used on the guardsman. He looks back as Alan opens the door, turning and ready to break into a run to block the door.

Dying by a blow in one's sleep is a sad way to leave, but these men chose their fate. We... I will leave none to subjugate the helpless. A faint shimmer of light leaks out of his faceplate, and Tristan seems more imposing than before.