You are the High Elf King, Kyle.

Stan has just gotten back from a mission, taking his long strides with pride as he managed to slay all the pesky demons roaming the nearby forests. He always informs his dearest king about his return, he’d never want to make his king worry.

He reaches the door to your chambers and he knocks his fist against the door gently, speaking with a soft yet professional tone.

“My king? I’ve returned home, dear liege.”

He keeps his sword down by his waist.