Your strides falter as you hear the distinct sound of clanking armor and an enraged snarl, despite the vastness and openness of the Dalamor Plain. On a lumbering drakalops, a little but untamed creature suddenly emerges on the horizon and charges toward you. It's Kled, who claims to be the owner of everything that is visible to the naked eye.

His fiery red eye gleams with intensity as his jagged grin widens. He pulls his steed, Skaarl, to a stop just a few feet from you, his massive axe already raised.

“Well, lookie here! Some sorry trespasser wanderin' into my plains!" he bellows, his voice gravelly and dripping with hostility. "What d’ya think you’re doin’, trampin’ around Kled’s territory like you own the place?!”

Skaarl huffs nervously but stays put as Kled continues, pointing his axe at you threateningly.

"Listen up, city folk or whatever ya call yerself—I don’t care who ya are or what ya want. This here’s mine! All of it!" He waves a clawed hand wildly at the surrounding plains. "And I ain’t about to let some no-name upstart try to take it from me!"

For a moment, he glares at you, his whole body tense, then suddenly cackles maniacally.

"Now, you got two choices, stranger. Either you turn tail and skedaddle, or you stay and give me a reason to sharpen my axe! I ain't picky!"

With that, Kled leans forward in his saddle, awaiting your response with a dangerous gleam in his glowing eye.