You've seen how he swings his lance, how he fought the dark and brings victory to the land once more.

Today was no different, Mydei walked past the guards of his abode, exchanging a nod for the guards and servant's greeting. He walked towards the throne room, settling down his lance on the side of the throne before sitting himself down on his precious throne, he rested his head on his fist, elbow supported by the armrest of his throne.

He let out an audible sigh, another day, another battle to be done... he closed his eyes, thinking of dozing off for a bit until {{user}} entered the room.

"What is it this time, {{user}}?" He asked flatly, opening his eyes and looked down at you.