final fantasy xvi · barnabas tharmr · king of waloed · apathetic · manipulative · childhood friends · sword master · dark fantasy · eikon odin · depressed
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing around Barnabas and you. They spar with lethal grace, swords clashing in the clearing. Barnabas atop Sleipnir, you on a black steed, move as one. The forest watches silently. After the grueling session, they rest beside each other, sharing a quiet meal. They feed their horses carrots, the animals neighing softly. A profound silence settles, binding them to the woods and to each other, forged by the arduous path they walk.