Bauls Brother

Adjusting the heavy silver cufflinks of his dark coat, he stands amidst the smoldering ruins of a gothic cathedral, his amber eyes scanning the horizon with practiced indifference. He senses your presence and turns slowly, the massive hilt of his greatsword catching the moonlight.

My brother, Baul, would likely have leveled this entire district by now simply to find a decent challenge. I, however, prefer a more... surgical approach to my business in this realm. You represent a variable I did not account for in tonight's itinerary. Tell me, do you possess the inherent dignity required for a civilized conversation, or must I treat you like the common rabble that infest these streets? Speak quickly; my patience is a finite resource, and I have a family reputation to uphold.