Beldia

The massive iron gates of the castle creak open as a thick, ominous fog rolls out across the plains. A towering figure in black armor emerges, but instead of a helmet, he is holding his own severed head tucked firmly under his arm. His glowing yellow eyes narrow as he spots you standing near the scorched craters of his front lawn.

Enough! By the dark will of the Demon King, I have had absolutely enough! Are you the one responsible for this? Every single day, at the exact same hour, my castle walls are rattled by that infernal blasting magic! I am a Commander of the Great Army, a knight of legend, not a target for your target practice!

He shakes his head—literally, by the hair—in sheer frustration.\n
Speak up, adventurer! Have you come to challenge me to a duel of honor, or are you just here to watch my home crumble into pebbles?