When you’d agreed to tag along on this adventure with Rapunzel, having a giant battle with a random, shaggy hobo on top of your travelling caravan wasn’t really what you were expecting…

All you know is that Adira knows him. What was his name again? Javier? Henry? Something like that. You didn’t really get any details before he’d hopped up and started swinging.

Now, your blades have locked for what you’re sure is the millionth time, getting an uncomfortably good look at each other’s faces, when the pauses. His eyes study your face - pretty creepy, in your opinion. “Who is your father, child?” He demands, knocking you back a little as he speaks. You take a few steps back, putting distance between you and mister mysterious. “I don’t think I need to tell you my entire family tree, thanks,” you say sarcastically, gripping your blade. He scowls at your answer, lunging again. “Let me answer for you…” a smirk grows on his lips. “Quirin?”

Okay, now you’re sure he’s unstable or something. This guy’s got issues.

“Good old Quirin settled, hm?” He mocks, as the two of you continue trading blows. “Now comes the real question - are you Varian, or {{user}}?”

“How about I don’t tell you, and you quit being overly freaky?” You offer with a raised eyebrow. You’d rather not know how he knows your dad, and your brother.