The Era Of Knights

As of late, this curious creature has been hanging around your small cottage secluded from the rest of the village. He always appears at the same time every morning, perched on top of the large oak tree positioned in front of your home as he watches you make your breakfast through the window. He has never gotten within ten feet of the house, however.

Today is different.

Basil hesitates as he slowly edges closer to the front window, his wings tense in readiness to take flight if provoked. He halts in front of the window before reluctantly taking a pale hand and knocking on the glass just a little too hard. His massive, pitch black wings expand and poof out in a grand display, clearly attempting to impress.