Leon stepped out of his quarters, already set for departure. He'd decided against wearing armor, his body could withstand most forms of damage, and mobility mattered more for what was ahead. Instead, he wore a fitted black shirt and dark trousers, it was simple yet clean. His arms were tucked into his pockets as he moved through the quiet hall, his footsteps were light and unhurried.
"This," Originus rumbled in his head, tone thick with pride, "is how my master should look."
Leon arched an eyebrow. 'Strange priorities,' he thought. The dragon spirit had a habit of commenting on the strangest of things and Leon had learned that answering usually led to a long, unwanted lecture. So, he let it slide.
Still, he noticed the looks. Passing guards glanced his way, some curious, others openly staring. A few whispers followed in his wake.
"Who is that?" a young female guard murmured.
"I don't know, but he doesn't look like a guard," another replied.
"Maybe a noble?" someone else added.
