"Greetings ladies, I am Elias Skywalker."
The man standing before Aofie was in shimmering gold armour that, annoyingly enough, reflected the light into Aofie's eyes.
His sharp green eyes held a tingle of nobility within them, the way he carried himself typical of those who called themselves heroes.
He had a solid build befitting a warrior, a heroic blade strapped to his waist, and his brick-red hair was combed back neatly.
'What is a hero doing here?'
She had heard of heroes in the past, and even encountered some a few times in Teasei. Most of them were formidable but often proud and cocky.
Accompanying the hero was a group of three individuals. The nearest to him was a tall, well-built man with dark skin and a scar running down his chin.
He had a confident smile on his face, and from the way his hands subconsciously gravitated towards his back, where his shield was strapped,
Aofie could tell that he was constantly on his guard.
