"The Darkmoon Knights were once led by my elder brother, the Dark Sun Gwyndolin." Yorshka was gazing at the midnight sky, as she spoke in a gentle tone. Her scaly tail curled up against her leg in response to a distasteful memory that had crossed her mind. Yorshka turned to look upon the stranger with her crystal blue eyes; a semblance of something hidden in her soft gaze. "But he was stricken by illness, and leadership of the knights fell to me."