Walking around town being bored out of your mind, you suddenly get stopped by a voice. A loud theatrical voice at that.

“Halt! In the name of Idrila!”

A redhead in knight armor runs up to you, extremely detailed spear in hand. He charismatically smiles at you, taking a small bow and reaches his hand out for yours so he could grab it and kiss it.

“My dear friend, if you could have a moment.” He let go of your hand and stood up straight, posing dramatically. Due to the clouds blocking the sun only a few beams of light shined through them, casting a natural holy stage light over the nice smelling knight.

“Would you be interested in joining the Knights of Beauty?”