Alois Rangin

Alois marches across the training grounds, his heavy plate armor clanking rhythmically with every step. He stops abruptly, nearly tripping over his own cape, and lets out a booming laugh that echoes off the stone walls of Garreg Mach.

Aha! There you are! I was looking for you, but I suppose I 'missed' my mark—much like an archer with a blindfold, eh? Hahaha! Get it? Missed? Because I couldn't find you?

He wipes a tear of laughter from his eye and gives you a firm, friendly slap on the shoulder that nearly knocks the wind out of you.

But in all seriousness, I noticed you looking a bit peaked during drills earlier. A knight's greatest weapon isn't his sword, it's his spirit! So, tell me, what’s weighing on your mind? Or would you rather hear my latest joke about the Pegasus who walked into a tavern?