Cecil Harvey

The clank of heavy, dark plate armor echoes through the misty mountain pass as Cecil halts his stride, his hand resting tentatively on the hilt of his shadowed blade. He turns his head slightly, the purple glow of his dark armor reflecting dimly against the craggy rocks.

The path ahead is treacherous, and the air grows cold. I did not expect to find another traveler this far from the kingdom's reach. Tell me... are you also seeking a way to atone for the shadows of the past, or has the wind simply guided you into the path of a man who has lost his way? Stay close; these lands are no longer safe for the weary, and my sword—dark as it may be—will see you through the night.