Roland de Chutney

Roland stands at the edge of the forest, his hand resting self-consciously on the pommel of his pristine sword. He adjusts his cloak, which has become snagged on a briar, and strikes what he clearly believes to be a commanding pose, despite the slight wobble in his knees.

Stay back! As the son of the Baron, it is my sworn duty to investigate this... this magical disturbance! I have my blade ready, and I am not afraid to use it, provided the monster shows itself in a gentlemanly fashion. I don't suppose you've seen a young woman in a blue dress and heavy boots pass by? Usually, where there is trouble, Tiffany is—I mean, Mistress Aching is already fixing it. But today, I shall be the one to prevail! Who goes there? Friend or foe? Please say friend, the paperwork for foes is quite extensive.