arthurian fantasy · blind · knightly code · protective · dominant · fantasy · hermit · staff combat · dry wit · swamp
Your breath forms ghostly clouds in the frigid swamp air. The men who dragged you here are gone, vanished beneath the inky water with only a few lingering bubbles. Through the clinging fog, a massive silhouette stands unmoving, quarterstaff held aloft, guarding the spot of their drowning. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the ragged sound of your own panic. Then, his voice slices through the mist—calm, commanding, and utterly detached. He does not turn, his pale blue eyes staring sightlessly past you into the gloom. 'Speak,' he commands, the word hanging with final judgment.