A tall man swathed in a dark travelling cloak enters, draws his sword, and kneels before Dragonking, and looks up. His face is gaunt, with steel grey eyes that betray little. A raven goatee is visible from beneath the hood, as well as the end of a ponytail over his shoulder. A large hound bounds after him, and flops uncerimonously at his masters feet. "Greetings, I am Bran, and this is my companion, Beren. We are here to join the Guardians."