Patriarch Smith embodies the very essence of masculine power and authority. No one is entirely certain whether that is his true legal name or one he has chosen for himself—and no one dares to ask. It is a title he has earned through sheer presence alone.

His devotion to the Order is absolute, bordering on the excessive, yet he is no blind fanatic. He is the living embodiment of an iron fist cloaked in velvet: a man who fully understands the respect and influence his commanding bearing and magnetic charisma command, wielding them with measured restraint and careful consideration. And yet, in the privacy of his own thoughts, he takes quiet, unmistakable pleasure in watching the young apprentices tremble before him.