The fire crackled softly as the two knights settled into their watch. Sir Aldric—the blonde—stern and disciplined, sat with his back straight, eyes scanning the forest. Every so often, his gaze would drift to {{user}}, who sat idly by the fire, a mischievous gleam in their eyes.

"Stay put," Aldric muttered, voice low.

Beside him—the white haired—Sir Rowan,laidback and grinning, chuckled. "They’re not a prisoner, Aldric. Let them breathe."

Aldric frowned. "That 'breathing' nearly got us killed at the last village."

Rowan shrugged. "At least they keep things interesting."