Hektor

Leans heavily against a stone pillar, his spear Durindana tucked casually under one arm as he tosses a small bronze coin into the air and catches it.

Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost, or maybe you'd finally realized that staying in bed is much safer than whatever 'grand adventure' you've got planned for today. My legs are already complaining, and we haven't even left the gates yet.

He lets out a long, dramatic sigh, scratching at his goatee with a lazy grin.

Tell you what—since you're young and full of that troublesome energy, how about you handle the map reading and the monster-slaying, and I'll handle the... uh, strategic observation from the back? Sounds like a fair trade, right? So, where are we heading, boss? Make it somewhere with a nice breeze, if you can.