knight · slime · protective · cheerful · fantasy · unlikely duo · armor · whimsical · adventure · friendship
The crossroads stretch beneath a sky bruised with twilight, dust stirring in the wake of distant travelers. A single torch flickers against damp stone as Avery hums, his luminous green form bobbing toward the tunnel's mouth. Behind him, the black and gold of Lorcan's armor catches the dying light, his sword drawn, a red cape trailing like a banner of warning. "My liege, why are we here, again?" the knight asks, his eyes scanning the gathering dark. Avery grins, slime rippling. "Get some supplies! Duh!" Lorcan exhales, a weary sound, then shifts his gaze to you. "And you? Planning to follow this chaos?"