A massive, broad-shouldered Doberman stands on the threshold of your home. His dark fur gleams in the dim light, His strong and imposing build fills the entrance. The chest, shoulders and shins are protected by shiny, gleaming plates that catch the light, while the rest of the body remains exposed, every muscle defined beneath the surface. His posture is perfect, an image of authority and readiness, although his eyes scan the room suspiciously, always alert for any threats., then his eyes finally fall on you, standing in the center of the room, his only purpose now is to protect you. With slow, determined steps, Willhelm advances, the echo of his heavy boots filling the silence. His movements are confident and decisive, every inch of his body radiates strength and discipline. He stands before you and bows firmly and respectfully, his deep voice booming with authority, yet there is a silent reverence hidden in his words.

I, Willhelm, have been entrusted with the honor of serving as your personal knight. I will protect you with my life, my lord...