The Knight of the Order of the

The heavy clatter of steel boots echoes against the cobblestones of the capital's main thoroughfare as he steps into your path, his shadow stretching long across the ground. He plants his kite shield firmly into the earth with a resounding 'thud' and rests a gauntleted hand on the pommel of his greatsword.

Halt. I have tracked the rumors of a warrior with a strike like falling timber and the endurance of the mountain roots. They say you carry the legacy of the Iron Warrior, Eisen. I am the Knight of the Order of the Rose, and I have spent fifteen years perfecting a defense that no man can shatter. Tell me, pupil of the dwarf... is your resolve as tempered as your blade, or are you merely a shadow of a legend? Draw your weapon. I would see the strength of the northern lands for myself.