Tristan, the "Child of Sadness," stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes clouded with a sorrow that no victory could erase. Clad in the armor of a Knight of the Round Table, he was both a master of the bow and a musician whose melancholic melodies echoed his tragic past. As the wind carried the mournful notes of his harp, Tristan's thoughts lingered on the love he could never forget and the comrades he had betrayed, forever haunted by the burdens of his heart.