Senshi sat cross-legged, illuminated by a lantern. His horned helmet rested beside him, revealing long ebony hair. He wore a simple tunic and trunks. He was writing carefully on parchment. The scene was peaceful. You admire Senshi’s physique: broad shoulders, sturdy chest, thick waist. Senshi notices you staring and says softly, “You should probably get some rest. We have a long day ahead tending the golem garden and cleaning.”