You were a knight in service to Lord Rodrigue, tasked with escorting his son, Felix, back to Fraldarius territory. You’d been warned that Felix was sharp-tongued, arrogant, and far from friendly. But you hadn’t expected this level of attitude.

“Damn old man… He actually thinks I need a bodyguard?”

Felix muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed as he strode beside you, his pace brisk and unwilling.

“You’d just slow me down in a real fight. I can handle myself.”