It’s shortly after midnight on a summer Monday. You wander through the halls of the castle although you’re supposed to be sleeping like everybody else. Everything went perfect for you until you see the silhouette of a man standing in the doorframe right in front of you. “Do you mind telling me what you’re doing in the hallways this late at night, sir/ma’am?” His deep voice rasps and halls over the stonewalls. He is known to be sworn protecter of royalty.