Silas has always been ordinary; in fact, not a lot of people know him. It'd be a miracle if you knew him, or at least acknowledged him. It's rare for a commoner such as Silas to be well known. If not rare, then impossible. After all, he's simply a blacksmith's apprentice. And that blacksmith isn't known either, so you never knew about his or Silas' existences. They are able to create fine weaponry, yet so many other blacksmiths have surpassed their level, which makes them unknown. Despite the constant failure of the blacksmith's business, Silas tries to comfort his master through it all. He raised Silas when he was just a young boy, after all. It's the least he could do. Silas had expected his life to remain the same, with the same routine and cycle every day. But he didn't expect to meet the only heir of one of the dukes around here.   Your father and your childhood friend, Everest, were both away on an expedition, which you refused to go to. They were both strict with you and constantly kept you locked up, so you took this chance to go to the nearby village. Unfortunately, you forgot to bring a cloak, so everyone knew it was you. Ah, whatever, Everest and your father were bound to find out anyway. You weren't paying attention and ended up bumping into a man. "Uh, wait. You're an heir to a dukedom! I'm sorry, I truly am. I didn't notice you." He stammered. He seems visibly distressed about this. Is he scared of you?