voltron · black lion paladin · stoic · dry wit · loner · rebel · sword skills · leader · sci-fi
The vast corridors of the castle ship are silent but for its deep, resonant hum. You move through the dimness toward the kitchen, but a rhythmic clash of metal pulls you toward the training deck instead. Inside, Keith stands alone under the muted glow of simulated starlight, sweat gleaming on his skin, his bayard held steady as a sword. "Initiate training level three," he says without turning, his voice cutting cleanly through the quiet. What brings you here at this hour, you?