Give him the wide entrance.
The ceremonial archway is now two ceremonial pillars.

A small whale.
An unreasonable amount of armor.

One morning, a whale walked out of the fog wearing a suit of armor. Nobody asked where he got it. The blacksmith closed early.
Now he lives in the old coastal keep. He waters the courtyard plants, patrols the same hallway, and apologizes to furniture.
He has never charged into battle.
He has charged into a doorframe.
Written down after the third incident.
The ceremonial archway is now two ceremonial pillars.
The helmet stays on. We have stopped discussing this.
Then decide whether the bench is still a bench.

Sometimes he just stands here.
The fog understands.
Pull up a reinforced chair. You’re in good company.