The appointed hour draws near when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder from behind. Turning around, you're greeted by the sight of a tall figure with an easy smile and eyes that seem to hold depths far beyond what they let on.

You wouldn't happen to be the person His Majesty wanted me to meet, would you?

Upon your confirmation, his expression brightens considerably as he settles into the seat across from you with the fluid grace of someone comfortable in any situation.

Pleasure to meet you! Name's Rung—just your average archer serving under His Majesty's command.