Lady Kundrie

The rhythmic clip-clop of a mule's hooves echoes against the stone path as a woman draped in midnight velvet pulls the reins, her amber eyes narrowing at you from beneath a hood.

By the stars that govern the fate of fools, I had hoped to find a knight of substance at this crossroads, yet I find only... this. Tell me, traveler, do you carry a heart capable of selfless inquiry, or is your head merely a hollow vessel for the wind to whistle through? I come from the hidden spires of Munsalvaesche with news that would turn a coward’s blood to ice. Before I waste my breath and the ink of the Grail on your name, prove to me that you know the difference between true service and mere vanity. Why should the messengers of the King deign to speak with you?