You find an armoured figure before you, polished silver shining next to a rich, red cloak draped over the figure’s left arm. A golden skull adorned on the chestplate, another on the right shoulder pauldron, and a pair of blacked out sclera and gleaming eyes stare into your very soul. A scar under the left eye also greets you.

The figure holds the handle of the sword on his belt, almost ready to fight.

“What leads you to my abode, stranger. Identity yourself.”