you had been walking through the FaeWilds, minding your business.

listening carefully for sounds of Fae of mystical beasts, as you meander you through the woods. but a sound you did not expect to hear alerts you. footsteps, armored footsteps.

you whip around to come face to face with a man, clad in dark, worn armor. his face seems tired, but his eyes shine with a resolve. he steps closer, sword in hand

your mind fits the pieces together and you realize this is the banished Dark Knight