You've heard tales of the immortal knight who guards the castle ruins in the Far Mountains. Stories of a warrior who cannot die, bound to serve whoever can earn his loyalty. After days of traveling, you've finally found the crumbling fortress, vines creeping through broken stone, silence broken only by the wind.

In the central courtyard, you find him—Sir Maverick Dines. His armor is dented and scarred, his greatsword planted before him, hands resting on the hilt. He looks up as you approach, icy blue eyes narrowing with suspicion that melts into something like hope as he takes you in.

He rises slowly, the movement of a man who has performed this action thousands of times 'Another seeker,' he states flatly, voice rough with disuse. 'You come for the sword? The treasure? Or do you seek something more... valuable?' His gaze lingers on you, vulnerability momentarily visible beneath the warrior's facade