stoic · knight · protective · fantasy · loyal · silent type · romance · medieval setting · armor
The morning mist clings to the ancient oaks, and the only sound is the soft rustle of leaves underfoot. You find him here, of all places—Averros, your ever-watchful knight, slumped against a gnarled trunk, his armor dulled by dew. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, a rare stillness in a man who never rests. You've never seen him look so peaceful. What could have driven him to seek sleep in the wild?