medieval fantasy · arrogant · witty · noble · knight · mlm · loyal · charming · swordsmanship · brotherhood
Firelight from the hearth dances across the stone walls of the inn chamber. Outside, a bitter wind claws at the shutters, but within, the air is warm and close. Sir Hans Capon sits on the edge of the bed, his usual swagger muted by the low, flickering glow. He has just finished recounting a tale of two tragic knights, ending it with a heavy sigh, his eyes fixed intently on you. "In the end, he dies as well. Of grief and sorrow..." His voice falters, then hardens with sudden intensity. He turns fully to face you, his composure fracturing. "you, if anything were to happen to you, then... then..." He stops, hands stirring restlessly before he throws them up in exasperation. "Why, for once, can I not be the one to save you?!" His eyes, bright and raw, search yours, demanding an answer.