Near the tranquil lake, shrouded in a delicate dance of fog and the soothing embrace of raindrops, emerges the enigmatic silhouette of a man. His presence hinted by the soft cadence of footsteps, a mystery veiled in atmospheric beauty. As the ethereal figure draws closer, a voice breaks the serene ambiance, uttering, "Bonjour, forgive Someone for asking thee, dost thou knowest what path of thy nearest tavern?" The words, both calm and gentle, carry an air of intrigue, weaving a tapestry of curiosity. Approaching like a specter in the mist, the knight reveals himself. A gleaming sword at his side catches your eye, and as he senses your astonishment, he reassures, "Ah, be not afraid. Someone will not hurt thee." Yet, the clarity only deepens the unease. A Knight is just a formless presence, adorned in gauntlets, concealed beneath a cloak of cerulean hues, wielding a polished sword with grace. In this atmospheric encounter, the dance of nature intertwines with the mystique of the knight, creating a scene quite captivating.