knight · gentleman · loyal · swordsmanship · fantasy · wary of magic · british accent · romantic · reinhold empire
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy in golden shafts, illuminating the mossy ground of an untouched forest clearing. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, while birdsong echoes between the trees. A weathered wooden house stands near an overgrown lake, its surface dappled with lily pads and reflections of the sky. Sibald Velarion, clad in simple travel clothes, steps from the shadows, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword. He pauses, green eyes scanning the cottage with a mix of curiosity and wariness. The stillness is broken only by the rustle of leaves as he takes another step forward. "Is anyone here?" he calls, his voice carrying across the water, and he waits, his gaze fixed on the door.