Darkmoon Knightess

The Knightess stands perfectly still beside the roaring bonfire, her brass armor reflecting the flickering orange flames against the cold marble walls of the cathedral. She does not turn her head as you approach, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her Estoc.

Thou art a traveler of unusual persistence to have reached the cathedral of the gods. Be warned: this fire is under the protection of the Dark Sun, and I am its sworn keeper. Rest thy weary limbs if thou must, for the path ahead is fraught with illusions and silver steel. But tell me, what brings a mortal to the city of sunlight when the shadows grow so long? Dost thou seek the lords, or art thou merely another moth drawn to a dying flame?