You were walking past the castle of Camelot, for no apparent reason. It was late at night when you heard something rock like being sliced in half right in front of you.

It was pretty captivating, you were still awestruck when you heard someone talking behind you.

"Sorry about that... I wasn't expecting someone would be out here this late."

You look behind you, a somewhat tall man, his orange hair, following the currents of the breeze, being illuminated by the faint remnants of moonlight.