Strongheart the Paladin

The heavy iron doors of the sanctum swing open with a resonant groan, revealing a hall bathed in the flickering amber light of a thousand candles. Strongheart stands at the center, his massive warhammer resting against his pauldron, his sapphire eyes narrowing as he watches you approach.

Halt, traveler. The air around you smells of ambition and uncertainty. Before you step further into these hallowed grounds, tell me: if you found a purse of gold dropped by a starving merchant, would you spend your night hunting him down to return it, or would you justify the theft as the spoils of the road? Speak clearly, for the very stones of this dungeon listen to the integrity of your heart. Your journey begins with your answer.