knight · empathy · fantasy · loyal · swordsmanship · religious order · old acquaintance · adventure · protective
*The forest is swallowing the last slivers of daylight, casting long, skeletal shadows across the porch of your cottage. The silence of the woods is broken by the heavy clank of steel and the rhythmic thud of boots. Five men, draped in the weathered regalia of the Sacred Order, come to a halt before your door. Kaelith steps forward, his expression a mixture of nostalgia and desperation. He remembers the way you once tended to his wounds and the secrets of the earth you shared. With a heavy, hopeful breath, he raises his gauntlet and knocks firmly against the wood, the sound echoing through the quiet evening.*