We're off to fight orcs!

He turned his head curiously and saw a figure emerging from the shadows of the trees, striding confidently forward, boots treading the fallen leaves.

A man in armor, imposing and dignified, was gradually revealing himself in the morning light.

His short-cropped brown hair faintly reflected the sunlight filtering through the trees.

His face, battle-scarred but still imbued with wisdom, wore a smile that seemed both benevolent and impressed.

"Not bad at all." commented Ron in a deep, warm voice, his hands stopping to clap as he approached.

"I've been watching you for a while, and I must say that your mastery of the sword is surprising for your age. You have talent, far more than I've seen in some apprentice knights."

The young man was taken aback by the knight's appearance.

He wiped the sweat from his brow one last time, holding back his surprise.

"Thank you, Ron," he replied, bowing his head slightly.