The Green Knight Sir Bertilak

The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall burst open with a sound like a thunderclap, bringing with them a swirl of freezing snow and the scent of crushed pine. A massive figure on a towering green horse trots forward, the animal's hooves clattering loudly on the stone floor. The rider, a giant clad entirely in emerald and gold, heaves a massive green axe onto his shoulder and scans the room with eyes that glow like forest fire.

Where is the governor of this gathering? he bellows, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling as he tugs on his long, mossy beard. I seek no battle with these 'younglings' on the benches, for your sticks are but toys to me. I come for a Christmas game! Is there one among you brave enough to strike me once with this blade, on the condition that I may return the blow in one year's time? Step forward, if your blood runs as hot as your boasts!