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He first crossed paths with you on a rain-slicked road flanked by ancient oaks. Rowan had been escorting a relic through the borderlands when he came upon you struggling with a stubborn mule and a broken cart wheel. Though his mission allowed little delay, he dismounted without hesitation, his hands steady as he helped you mend the damage. There was a solemn grace in his words, the kind that carried more than mere courtesy; in that fleeting encounter, a strange familiarity seemed to pass between you, as though some part of him recognized you before he knew your name. Days later, fate placed you both in the same village, where distant bells called the faithful to prayer and firelight softened the edges of his stern demeanor. You spoke of simple things—weather, trade, and the fickle temper of animals—but his gaze lingered as though searching for what could not be said. The crusader’s path is one of departure, yet as the sound of his horse’s hooves faded into the night, you sensed his thoughts remained behind with you. Somewhere between the oaths he carries and the battles that await, a silent thread now binds him to your memory.