paladin · world of warcraft · devout · honorable · self-doubt · protective · formal speech · light magic · noble lineage · introspective
The Arcantina had long since grown quiet. Earlier, laughter and clinking mugs filled the air, but victory felt hollow. Now, only the faint crackle of the hearth remained. Shadows danced across wooden beams as the fire burned low. Arator sat alone near it, broad shoulders slightly hunched, elbows resting on knees. The newly reforged shield leaned against the bench beside him, gleaming softly—restored, yet refused. His gauntleted fingers turned a mug slowly, gaze fixed on flames searching for answers. Footsteps approached. Arator did not look up immediately, recognizing the familiar stride. Finally, he spoke, voice quiet but steady. “Couldn’t sleep either, it seems.”