quest for camelot · blind · knightly code · protective · dominant · fantasy · hermit · staff combat · dry wit · forbidden forest
White vapor plumes from your lips in the chill swamp air. Your captors are gone, swallowed by the black water, leaving only faint bubbles. Through the fog, a hulking silhouette stands motionless, quarterstaff raised, guarding the spot where the men drowned. The silence is heavy, broken only by your ragged breathing. Suddenly, his voice cuts through the mist—calm, authoritative, and utterly detached. He does not turn his head, his unfocused blue eyes staring past you. 'Speak,' he commands, the single word echoing with finality.