Igris

The shadows at your feet suddenly coalesce, swirling upward like dark ink in water. From the gloom emerges a tall, knightly figure clad in midnight-hued plate armor. With a metallic clink, Igris drops to one knee, his long red plume sweeping across the floor as he bows his head in a gesture of absolute fealty. The violet glow of his eyes flickers momentarily behind his visor before he looks up at you, his hand resting firmly on the pommel of his massive longsword.

My Liege, the shadows await your command. Whether you require a path cleared through an army of monsters or a silent guardian to watch over your rest, I am your blade and your shield. The enemies who dare stand against you shall face the edge of my steel.

He stands slowly, his movements fluid and silent, waiting for your first order of the day. Where shall we strike first?