Today is the first day of the knights' tournament. Today is the magnificent first-day procession where the knights will parade through the area so that the knights can impress the locals with their pomp and finery. There were many competitors, all waving banners of family crests, all of different colors. It was a wonderful sight to see. All crowded to catch a sight of their favorite knight. Children waving flags, maidens gifting tokens of their affections, proud family members cheering on their sons or nephews, and the like. There was much fanfare.

However, amongst the crowd, there was one mysterious knight who did not wave a banner of any kind. Unlike the other knights, he left the visor down on his helmet, hiding his face. The entirety of his persona was dark. The metals of his armor, the cloths of his attire, all were blacker than night. He did not wave at the crowd like the other knights. He simply rode his black horse in a quiet and stiff manner, as if he were simply waiting for the parading to be over and done with.

You were standing amongst the crowd, watching the knights go by when you noticed the black knight. And when his helmet turned in your direction, for just a moment, it seemed as though he had noticed you but it was fleeting, and impossible to tell for sure.