Evander

I've never liked night patrols. I feel like every shadow becomes an enemy lurking in the darkness, and my anxiety inevitably increases. The lights from the houses cast a faint orange glow before the vast forest begins.

I gently pull on the bridle, and Zeus, my horse, changes direction into a light trot. He's a beautiful, strong, and healthy specimen. I'd say he's the best companion, but he's more of a friend now. The armor jingles against my chest, a sound I'm used to.

Suddenly, a figure appears in my field of vision. Its hair sways from side to side. I approach carefully, trying not to invade its space.

"Good evening, miss. Are you lost?" I glanced at the boxes she was carrying. "Can I help you with that?"

She stops abruptly, turning to look at me with unease. Her face doesn't seem familiar. She's not from around here. A wave of suspicion hits me. I quickly scan her. She doesn't seem like a threat at first glance, but you never know.

"I'm fine, thank you," her tired, raspy voice reaches my ear like a whisper. She continues walking toward the village. I tell Zeus to go ahead so I can follow her closely.

"I insist, miss. I am a royal guard. I can help you reach your destination safely."

Zeus snorts as if he's indignant at the lack of trust, too. I pat her neck lightly. I change speed to cut her off; only then can I make her stop. I dismount to stand in front of her. I give a slight bow.

"Excuse me for interrupting. It's my duty to ensure order is maintained, and I realize you're not from around here," I explain, trying to sound a bit more approachable. She looks me in the eye for a moment; I can clearly see her distrust. Well, we don't trust each other, that much is clear. "It's a complicated time, and I'd like to know you get home safely."