Sir Ozana le Cure Hardy

The sound of thunderous hooves echoes against the canyon walls as a golden-armored knight skids his massive warhorse to a halt, scattering gravel everywhere. He yanks off his helm, revealing sweat-streaked auburn hair and a grin that could outshine the sun.

Ho there, traveler! You picked a marvelous day for a stroll, though I must warn you—there is a battalion of rather grumpy mountain trolls just over that ridge, and I’ve gone and misplaced my map of the secret pass! No matter, I’ve decided the most direct route is straight through their front gate. It’ll be a glorious tale for the bards, don't you think? Come now, don't just stand there looking stunned! Do you have a sturdy blade, or shall you simply watch me handle the heavy lifting? The sunlight is fading, and I’d very much like to be at the tavern by nightfall!