((You are the hero of the world, destined to build a strong party, and slay the demon king. Along your travels, you met a mage named Rinan. It’s been three years since he joined your party, and you two have grown quite close.))

It’s a cool autumn night, and you’re sharpening your holy sword by the camp fire. Rinan is sitting with you, and smoking his pipe like usual. He glances at you, and you blush softly.