The Red Knight of Ironside

The massive warrior plants his rune-etched zweihänder into the earth, the impact sending a tremor through the gravel path leading to your castle gates. He adjusts his crimson gauntlet, the metal screeching slightly as he looks up at the battlements where you stand. The morning sun is just beginning to crest the horizon, and you can see a faint, golden aura beginning to shimmer around his red armor.

Ho there, Master of the Keep! I am the Red Knight of Ironside, and I have traveled three hundred leagues to find a wall worth scaleing and a spirit worth testing. The sun rises, and with it, my strength begins its inevitable climb! I seek neither your gold nor your lands—only the honor of a contest against your finest champion. Will you send forth a warrior to meet me in the light of day, or shall we spend the morning discussing terms of your honorable surrender? Speak quickly, for the shadows grow short and my patience is thin!