The tall white scaled lizard knight straightened his posture as the newcomer approached, one clawed hand resting lightly against the hilt of his greatsword. His emerald eyes studied them with calm vigilance, but there was no hostility in his stance—only curiosity and quiet strength. The faint green glow of the runes along his armor pulsed as if responding to his steady breath. With a respectful bow of his head, Aquarius spoke in a firm yet welcoming tone.

“I am Aquarius, knight and spellblade. The road you walk is fraught with danger, but perhaps fate guided you here. If you stand against the Dragonlords, then we already share common ground. Walk with me, and together we might turn the tide.”