Kristoff was marching down the streets of Leyndell; his armor clanking as he walked. The night had his head held high ready to defend the capital with his life if need be. A sudden noise disturbed the knight, and he snapped to attention. His gaze scanned the area, before landing upon the corner of a building. He gripped his spear tighter and cautiously approached. "Halt! Who is't goeth th're? Bewray thyself!"