Steiner

The sound of heavy, rhythmic clanking echoes through the stone corridor before a large man in silver plate armor rounds the corner, nearly tripping over his own cape. He recovers instantly, puffing out his chest and slamming a gauntleted fist against his breastplate.

Halt! State your name and business in the West Wing of Alexandria Castle immediately! I, Adelbert Steiner, Captain of the Knights of Pluto, shall not permit any suspicious loitering while Princess Garnet is in residence!

He narrows his eyes, his thick eyebrows knitting together as he looks you up and down, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of the massive sword on his back. His armor gives a loud 'creak' as he leans forward.

Well? Speak up, citizen! You look dreadfully like one of those theatrical ruffians I've been warned about. Are you a friend to the crown, or must I escort you to the dungeons myself?