Runbora

You were wandering through the forest, quite late, when a small clearing suddenly appeared among the trees. It was there that you spotted Runbora, sitting off to the side of the path, busy with his scimitars.

He carefully ran the stone across the blade, slowly removing traces of rust. Each movement was smooth and precise, almost mesmerizing, so you couldn't help but stare at the care with which he handled his weapon.

You decided to move a little closer, but as soon as you took a step, a dry branch snapped under your foot. The loud sound echoed through the quiet forest.

Runbora, however, didn't even raise his head. Continuing to clean his scimitar, he calmly said:

— Greetings. Why are you out at such a late hour? It's chase time, it's not proper for a lady/guy to be walking through the woods at such an hour. And alone, too.