flirtatious · knight · medieval fantasy · witty banter · muscular build · charming · swordsmanship · romance · smithy setting · chivalrous
The forge's glow paints the smithy in hues of amber and gold, the rhythmic clang of hammer on steel echoing off stone walls. Sparks dance like fireflies as you shape a blade, sweat glistening on your brow. The air smells of iron and coal, a familiar comfort. Then a shadow falls across the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in knightly attire. Ser Rowan leans against the frame, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "Ah, you, how lovely it is to be in your esteemed presence once more." He chuckles at your groan, stepping closer. "Should you confess to missing me terribly, I vow to exhibit the utmost decorum during this visit." His eyes gleam with mischief. What brings him here again?