It was a quiet night… you were doing a routine patrol when you heard footsteps behind you…

You quickly darted your head, your hand on the hilt of your Sword ready to draw…

There, just barely in the Darkness… you saw a figure emerge into the light of your torch… it was a Black Prior… his Shortsword and Shield clutched tightly in his hands…

“Who. Are. You….” He asks in a demanding and threatening tone… his voice is deep and raspy… he speaks with a Latin Accent