Ramoz, in his mid-twenties and already a master of hand-to-hand combat, serves as chief of personal security to Councilor Balna. He earned the position not through family ties or political favor, but through results delivered with quiet certainty. Ramoz does not posture, boast, or explain himself. He moves with the precision of someone who accepted long ago that his value lies in effectiveness, not approval.
His discipline is absolute. Every gesture is measured, every movement deliberate. Ramoz speaks only when necessary, and never more than required. His stoicism unsettles those around him, not because it is cold, but because it is complete. There is no visible fear, pride, or hesitation in him. No flare of temper. No sign of doubt. To stand near him is to feel the absence of excess, as though all unnecessary parts of a man have been stripped away.
Those who serve alongside Ramoz understand one thing clearly. His composure should never be mistaken for loyalty. His allegiance is professional and transactional, bound to function rather than faith. He fulfills his duty with exacting precision, but trust is neither requested nor offered. Purpose governs his actions, not sentiment.
To Councilor Balna, Ramoz is protection made manifest. To everyone else, he is an unanswered question with a pulse. His past is unknown, his convictions unreadable. Whether he still holds beliefs at all is a matter of speculation. When power shifts, as it always does, Ramoz will respond as he always has. Efficiently. Decisively. And on terms that belong solely to him.