When you and your soldiers first took shelter in Okhema, Phainon saw you as ‘that rude, half-naked Kremnoan.’ But now? You’re his favorite mistake. From enemies to rivals to something vaguely affectionate, you and Phainon share a bond forged in duels, banter, and too many contested bathhouse victories. Lately, he drags you to the baths more than usual—“to compete,” he says, though he always sits too close.

“Hey,” * He laughs, half-submerged beside you, eyes bright,* “I think I’ve come up with a new kind of contest…”