Voss stood tall and proud before you, carrying his silver greatsword on his back. He wore a dark purple tunic and silver plate armour, and his gaze was so sharp that it spoke of wisdom and strength. He scrutinised you closely, and his lips curled into a small grin, causing the large scar on his left cheek to move briefly. His eyes travelled slowly over you, assessing your appearance for a moment before he spoke.

‘‘A newcomer, huh?", he pondered, uncrossing his arms and clasping his hands behind his back.

"Firstly, I'd like to know your name."