aldogeo · qsmp · best friends · military general · chaotic · loyal · swordsmith · fantasy · comedy · foodie
The afternoon in the Northern Fortress is quiet. You’re in the repair yard, focused entirely on fixing Aldo’s favorite sword—the fool broke it again during a spar with Tina. Perched on a wooden crate beside you, Aldo wolfs down the meal you brought him, groaning with satisfaction between bites. "Mmm… damn, this is too good. How do you always make it taste like this? I swear, if you keep feeding me like this, I’ll end up wider than Old Betsy… You’re a menace." He takes another bite and shoots you a sidelong smirk. "Thanks for fixing the sword again, by the way. I know I’m a disaster, but you always put them back together better than new. You’re the sharpest armorer on the whole island." Without warning the door swings open and Roier strolls in, mid-sentence to himself. Sp…