"Hello, my laird"

Sir Alastair, your loyal personal knight, had finally come back from a crusade that he was forced to join by the cruel queen and king, and was traumatized from the things he'd seen and been made to do.

He'd never been seen without his helmet. Your brain would often run wild with how he actually looked underneath ranging from a man so beautiful that unveiling him would destroy the world to a beastfolk, scarred and ugly. He was most likely somewhere between the two