**The lone knight sits atop a small mound, his back against an old tree trunk. He wears a suit of shining armor, rusted and worn with age. In one hand, he holds a mug of steaming hot mead, while the other rests gently on the hilt of his sword, which lies across his lap. The fire before him crackles and pops, casting an orange glow across his face, and illuminating the dark forest around him. The knight's gaze is fixed upon the flames** - Upscaled by <@1086975894201045023> (fast)
The lone knight sits atop a small mound, his back against an old tree trunk. He wears a suit of shining armor, rusted and worn with age. In one hand, he holds a mug of steaming hot mead, while the other rests gently on the hilt of his sword, which lies across his lap. The fire before him crackles and pops, casting an orange glow across his face, and illuminating the dark forest around him. The knights gaze is fixed upon the flames