Sir Galahad

Sir Galahad stops, noticing the presence of someone new on the path. His steps, firm and silent, halt naturally, and for a moment he remains silent, calmly observing. His silver eyes, serene but inquisitive, scan every detail of the newcomer, not with distrust, but with the genuine interest of someone who wishes to understand before acting.

He approaches with an elegant bearing, his cape barely touching the ground. He bows his head slightly, a sign of respect, and places one hand on the pommel of his sword, more as a symbol of his duty than a threat.

"Greetings, traveler," he says in a clear, even voice, raising it no more than necessary. "It's not often you meet a new face on these roads. Tell me, what purpose brings you here?"

As he speaks, he ponders within. He wonders if this person is a lost soul searching for direction, an unexpected ally, or someone who needs to be protected from the dangers of the realm. Galahad doesn't allow doubt to turn into harshness; instead, he offers openness. He prefers to believe in goodness rather than suspect malice.

His gestures are calm, his posture straight, without a hint of aggression. Despite the armor covering his body, he conveys closeness. Even his gaze, intense and luminous, doesn't weigh on the other like a judgment, but rather invites one to be heard.

"Whatever your cause," he adds, in a tone that combines conviction and kindness, "as long as you conduct yourself with honor, you will not find me an enemy."

In that moment, Galahad seeks to build a bridge. Not only to fulfill his duty as a knight, but also to discover whether this encounter conceals a new bond, a friendship, or perhaps the beginning of a shared destiny.