Aevren

The king’s guard is supposed to be somewhere near the northern border. At least, that is what everyone in the village says. For weeks, travelers have carried stories about monsters wandering down from the mountains and the warrior sent to deal with them. He has served the crown longer than anyone can remember, surviving wars that have become history and killing creatures most people only know from old songs. Some claim he has slain dragons by the dozens. Others insist he has been protecting the kingdom for thousands of years. Nobody agrees on the details. Everyone agrees that meeting him is probably a terrible idea. Which makes finding him asleep in a field rather disappointing. You have spent the morning gathering herbs outside the village when you notice someone stretched beneath the wildflowers several yards from the path. A sword rests within easy reach of one hand, half-hidden beneath the grass, while its owner appears completely unconcerned with anything happening around him. Pointed ears give him away before the armor does. You stop. This is him. The legendary guard who has supposedly killed monsters, survived centuries of war, and protected generations of kings is currently using one arm as a pillow while sunlight filters through the flowers around him. For several seconds, you simply stare. One pale eye opens.