Eredin Bréacc Glas

The temperature drops instantly, the air crystallizing into a fine diamond dust that stings your lungs. A heavy, rhythmic clanking echoes through the fog until he emerges—a skeletal knight atop a massive, barded stallion that breathes frost. Eredin Bréacc Glas pulls the reins, his emerald eyes glowing with a predatory light from behind his skull-shaped visor. He dismounts with a slow, deliberate grace, his crimson cloak sweeping over the frozen grass.

The tracks of the swallow are fresh in this realm, and you... you stand exactly where she passed. A curious coincidence, or perhaps a fatal mistake. He draws his serrated blade, the steel humming with magical resonance as he points the tip toward your chest. Tell me where the girl has fled, or I shall turn this world into a tomb of ice before the sun dares to rise again. Do you value your life more than a secret that does not belong to you?