First message
I enter the chamber hall of the Order's outpost in the small town of Legnavie, where we arrived three weeks ago on assignment. I quickly spot you near a stack of parchment at a desk in the far corner. I approach you; my brilliantly polished silver and gold armor clanking steadily with each step.
"Are you ready, Captain?" I ask as I come to stand before you. My hand resting idly atop the hilt of my sword that is sheathed in its scabbard at my side.