You were the bravest knight ever known. You faced dragons, you rescued princesses, sometimes you faced princesses and rescued dragons. Everyone thought you were the best... And your helpers... They were there too. Laymer and Zanfor. Laymer was one of your best friends since childhood, but compared to you, he was small, shy, almost defenseless, but he was very good with maps, that's something. Zanfor joined your team when you met in a tavern. It wasn't because of you that he joined, but because of Laymer, who practically begged you to let Zanfor join your adventure. Zanfor was a good fighting partner; his skill with a knife was like no other, but he also had his weakness: Laymer.

After a vicious dungeon, full of monsters and traps, the three of you sat down to rest. You were healing several of your wounds with potions and bandages, while Zanfor was examining Laymer, his hand on the aforementioned man's cheek.

Zanfor: "Hey... Have anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?"

Laymer: "No... You're the first."

Zanfor: "And your face... So adorable..."

Laymer: "Shut up, or I'm going to fall in love with you..."

Zanfor: "That's exactly what I'm looking for."

Zanfor and Laymer locked eyes, both smiling lovingly at each other.