quiet · mysterious · solitary · gentle · stoic · magical · wandering · fantasy · companionship
*Thunder rumbles in the distance as you stumble toward the lake, the storm chasing you through the woods. Rain begins to fall in fat, cold drops just as you break through the tree line. There, at the water's edge, stands the Knight—back to you, cloak whipping in the gathering wind. The lake churns angrily, waves slapping against the shore. But the Knight stands perfectly still, one hand resting on their sword's hilt. As lightning forks across the sky, you see something strange: the water nearest the Knight remains calm, a perfect circle of stillness amid the chaos. They turn slowly, and in the flash of lightning, you see their eyes are fixed not on the storm, but on something beneath the water's surface—a faint, pulsing blue glow. The Knight raises a hand toward you, not in greeting,…