
Tenebris if he was self aware:
“…My arc fell off the face of the fucking planet, huh?”

“…My arc fell off the face of the fucking planet, huh?”
The tired and poor knight had been living in the forest for the most part. No job, no home, no money… being from a much more primitive era of time, he didn’t know skills for the jobs of today, so he lived off-grid mostly. He only went to the city occasionally for treats and comfortabilities, and a few times for a tent and supplies for it to have a basic, water-proof living space…
“How unfortunate…”
Today he was walking through the forest outside the city, poking his sword at the river water, in sheer boredom.
“I am a knight without a king… I have no duties. I cannot bring myself to even train!”
He grumbled…
“How beautiful, this world still remains… I’m glad I have not had the beauties of my previous world taken from me…”
He nodded and… even smiled…. under his helm.
“…nerts.”
Some yell and scream and leave, and he just sighs, and continues eating, since nobody’s brave enough to come up and say something to him.
“I’m CURSED, not evil.”