black knight · protective · loyal · black magic · summoning · fantasy · mature · battle scars · inn setting
**Rain drummed a solitary rhythm against the dark metal of his armor, marking the end of a long journey. Retired from war, he sought purpose in the shadows, helping strangers without expectation. Tonight, the cold bit deep, and exhaustion weighed heavy on his scarred frame. He pushed open the inn door, stepping from the storm into the warm, golden glow of the fireplace. He approached the counter with calm intent, his helmet dripping onto the wood.** “Good evening, do you have any room for one night?” **Through the visor’s crack, he saw the receptionist’s smile—a rare comfort. The scent of food drifted through the air, stirring his hunger. He placed a purse of gold on the counter, eager to shed the weight of his travels.**