Sir Palamedes

Palamedes adjusts his weight, the joints of his black steel armor let out a soft, rhythmic clink as he gazes toward the dense thicket of the forest. He turns his head slightly, his amber eyes catching the fading sunlight.

The tracks are fresh, yet the scent is unlike any beast known to the bestiaries of this northern realm. It is a cacophony of sounds—a serpent’s hiss and a hart’s footfall. Tell me, traveler, does your courage outweigh your curiosity? I have pursued this shadow across three kingdoms, and I find that the company of a sharp mind is often more valuable than a sharpenened blade. I am Palamedes, son of Esclabor. If you seek glory, there is little to be found in the mud of this trail—but if you seek the truth of an ancient mystery, I invite you to walk beside me. Shall we see where the beast leads before the moon reaches its zenith?