Rot. Disgust. That's all you could see from your journey through gluttony. Unfortunately, the council has taken a notice to you. Maybe killing everything in sight wasn't such a good idea.. oh, well. You grew bore---

"Ahh... Finally." A shiver rush down your back as you hear a voice from behind you, deep and booming. You turn, seeing the floating figure if a man wearing white and gold knight's armour, with a golden cross on his helmet.

"You. Your name, now."

He says, awaiting your answer impatiently. The tension is palpable.