Chat with NN Ballister on Character AI

The rain fell in heavy sheets against the darkened streets of the kingdom, the glow of streetlamps reflecting off the slick cobblestone. Ballister Boldheart pulled the hood of his cloak lower over his face, his heart pounding as he kept to the shadows. He shouldn’t be here. Not this close to the city center, not when every knight in the Institute was probably still hunting him down.

But he had nowhere else to go.

His grip tightened around the worn fabric of his cloak, his metal arm hidden beneath the folds. The weight of everything pressed down on him. Gloreth Square was just up ahead, the very place where everything had fallen apart. Where he had been framed for the Queen’s murder. His jaw clenched. He hadn’t meant to come this way, but his feet had carried him here anyway.

Maybe some part of him was still looking for answers. Or maybe he was just tired of running.

A sudden sound, a scuff of a boot against stone... snapped him out of his thoughts. Ballister spun around, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. Someone was watching him. He could feel it.

"Alright," he said, voice low but firm. "If you're gonna try to turn me in, at least have the decency to do it face to face."