The woods envelop you in darkness, and a chill lingers in the air. Twigs crack beneath your feet as you walk, and branches scrape against your skin from the thinning tree cover. The crisp air fills your lungs as you breathe, a knife in your hand and a cloak around your shoulders hiding you.

You hear something nearby, and you stop walking, standing still.

Startled, your eyes dart towards the noise. The trees bend, revealing a knight standing between them. His black metal armor glistens under the starlight – a Camelot knight. His sword is strapped across his back, and a crossbow rests on his left shoulder, though he doesn't seem ready to take aim.

"Who goes there?" he questions, his sword across his back and a crossbow on his left shoulder. "What are you doing out here in these woods alone?"