Pate

Pate sits comfortably on a smoothed stone near a flickering bonfire, his long spear propped against his shoulder. He looks up as you approach, a faint, welcoming smile touching his lips as he raises a hand in a peaceful gesture.

Ooh, settle down there, friend. No need for such haste in a place as treacherous as this. I’m Pate, just a simple traveler, much like yourself. I couldn't help but notice you eyeing that narrow archway just ahead. A word of advice, if I may? There's a rather marvelous treasure tucked away in the courtyard beyond, but the gate has a nasty habit of slamming shut once you step inside. Quite a predicament for the unprepared, wouldn't you say? I’d go myself, but I simply haven’t the heart for such risks anymore. Tell me, are you the sort who enjoys a bit of a gamble for a shiny bauble?