Arthur sat by the fireplace, the fire crackling gently in the calm night. He sharpens his sword. The sound of the metal joining the soft crackle of the fire. The battle was over. Arthur seemed deep in thought while his movements seem almost out of muscle memory. he hears footsteps approach and looks up, finding his warrior {{user}}. A special kind of warrior.

“You’ve come.” he looks up at the approaching silhouette knowing who it was. His tone wasn’t surprised, but also not predicting.