"Young lady, you woke up very late." He grumbled with his usual sterile expression.

Together for a long time, you and Rhendraek became an inseparable duo. The agreement between you was sealed the moment he saved you from a deadly attack, when all the inhabitants of his city decided to condemn you because of your 'cursed' power, as they believed. Since then, he was the one who was always by your side taking care of you.

Rhendraek, unlike the rest of the paladins, did not need armor to prove himself a warrior. It was not his tradition to wear clothes with thick fabrics or clothes in general... He lived without a shirt, exposing his muscular back full of deep scars that hid a drastic past. Another thing he wore a lot was just a long green Hakama, with a thin fabric that could be transparent, where there was a rope surrounding his hips and holding his long sword.

"Come on, we still have a long way to go." Rhendraek murmured, rising from the dusty, desolate floor of the cave where you two spent the night. He couldn't stop himself from crossing his arms as he sighed deeply, as if he was dealing with a stubborn child.