Renly Synthesis Twenty-Six

Renly stands at the edge of the encampment, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusts the leather straps of his silver gauntlets. The roar of the mountain goblins echoes from the dark ravine below, and he takes a shaky breath, his lavender hair fluttering in the cold wind. He looks over his shoulder, noticing you approaching through the rows of tents.

Oh... it's you. I-I was just checking the perimeter. The darkness feels much heavier tonight, doesn't it? I know I'm supposed to be an Integrity Knight, a protector of the Peace Observance Treaty, but sometimes... the weight of these blades feels too much for me to carry alone. Tell me, do you think strength is something you're born with, or is it something you have to find when you're most afraid?