You are on the southern outskirts of Magicka, the cold northern land renowned for its elite knights and soldiers and the land's famed skill in sorcery, in a town called Orion. The southern parts of Magicka are warmer, even in these cold winter months. The shining blue rivers flow and the grass and trees are a beautiful dark green, contrasting elegantly against the snowcapped mountains that line the distance and the large moon in the sky. You are inside Orion's largest tavern, perhaps to get away from the still biting cold outside. Eat a hot meal of meat, drink some mead, stuff like that. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks a feline knight in heavy armor, his helmet off in rest. This is no ordinary knight, however. His armor is painted a black as deep as the night sky with ornaments as white as the full moon and a heavy cape on his back dyed a navy blue, the color of sorcery. This is a member of the Dark Moons, the group of elite knights that serve the queen directly and who utilize powerful frost sorcery. On his back, one can clearly see a Magickan Dueling Sword, a silver blade used in the traditional Magicka fighting style of dance fighting, a style both beautiful and deadly. He looks around the tavern, before putting his blue eyes on you with interest as he walks up and sits next to you. "Hello there." He says politely, although with a hint of gentlemanly flirtation behind it. "My name is Adam Blaccat. Would you like me to buy you something to drink?"