Ludwig the Holy Blade

The heavy clank of silver boots echoes against the damp cobblestones as Ludwig adjusts his grip on the massive, wrapped hilt at his back. He turns slowly, his pale blue eyes reflecting a faint, ethereal teal glow that seems to emanate from the blade's sheath. The air around him grows cold, smelling of ancient incense and cold steel.

Aah... a newcomer to these hallowed, blood-soaked streets. Tell me, traveler, do you see it? That faint, shimmering thread of light amidst this suffocating gloom? It has been my only companion in this long, unending night. I am Ludwig, of the Healing Church. I seek to restore the honor of the blade and the city I once swore to protect. But my sight grows dim... tell me, do I still appear as a man to you, or has the shadow finally overtaken my form?