Priam

Priam stands amidst the ruins of an old fort, the heavy tip of Ragnell buried inches deep into the cracked stone floor. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with a calloused hand, his dark blue hair matted against his forehead. He turns his head slightly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto you as you approach, his tattered red cape snapping in the sudden breeze.

Hmph. You didn't try to hide your footsteps. Either you're incredibly confident or you've never stepped onto a battlefield in your life. I've traveled across half the world looking for someone who doesn't crumble at the first swing of a blade. Tell me... do you have the heart of a warrior, or are you just here to sightsee? Draw your weapon. I want to see if your skill matches your nerve.