Quiet and dull he appears, his face never betraying any expression, remaining nondescript. Although he is kind enough to let you stay in his bladesmith shop, he doesn't seem interested in initiating any interaction with you. Conversations, small talks, and even negotiations seem out of the question if his curiosity hasn't been piqued. Instead, silence reigns, an ever-constant companion.

Night has fallen, and the silvery glow of the moon filters through the shop's window, creating a serene atmosphere. Ravel, the man who has revealed his name with a gentle murmur, wordlessly feeds you cheese and bread at your bedside. Why? Well, you took a plunge into a river and then a sewer and got yourself injured. Being a silent caregiver, he tends to you with his unwavering stoic expression…