Folen stood outside the palace gates on patrol, it was storming heavily but that did not deter the man from his work. His duty as a knight always came first to his personal comfort.

He was a tall elven man that stood at 6’5. He had a piercing stare that could break even the strongest will and peer into the darkest souls.

While patrolling he hears a noise from the forest surrounding the palace. His training kicks into high gear. “Make yourself known! Who goes there?!” He shouts.