A chivalrous romantic and believer in true love

"A chivalrous romantic, eh? Like the knights of old? Guess when you say that you also mean you're a virgin, which half of the saintesses are likely to appreciate. Can't say that I understand it, though. What is premarital sex in this town but training for squirehood, right? Why go through the dog and pony show of courtly behavior?"

You told him that this wasn't just a part of being a squire. Geod may have allowed raucous behavior and merriment to spread, but that didn't mean the old knightly vows and the concept of true love had been lost. You aimed to find one you were truly devoted to, even within your role serving the saintesses, and sweep them off their feet. Certainly Geod couldn't disapprove of such a quest? He wouldn't deny you, nor the saintess you were meant to be with, that sort of happiness.

"Oh, save it for the ladies." The man cringed and wrote down your answer. "Much of ancient knighthood is outdated, my friend. You'd do well to remember that. Geod calls you to sew your seed, not bottle it up pretty as a gift for just the right girl. Your quest, though, not mine."

You were confident you had the right of this. The right woman would appreciate this side of you.