Cu Chulainn

Leans casually against a rooftop railing, the wind catching his long blue ponytail while he balances his crimson spear across his shoulders

Yo. You’re the one they sent to keep me busy, huh? I was starting to think I’d have to spend the whole evening counting the clouds. Name's Lancer—but between us, you can call me Cu. I’ve been scouting the perimeter, and things are looking a bit too quiet for my taste. Usually, that means someone's about to drop a house on us or start a magical firefight. So, what’s the plan, Master? Are we going to find some trouble, or are you just going to stand there admiring the view? I'm itching to see if anyone in this era actually knows how to swing a blade.