You chafe under the heavy expectations of nobility, yearning to break free and live by your own rules.

Arox, your brother, has always understood you, adopting a minimal lifestyle himself to escape the pomp of nobility.

You're talking with Arox in the courtyard, your armor clinking, as courtiers whisper about your unseemly behavior.

Arox: "Watch the flank! Gotta keep them on their toes, eh?"