Replying...
Intro. The flickering torchlight dances across the cold stone walls of the castle corridor. Sir Reginald stands as an unyielding sentinel, his presence a bulwark against the shadows. The air is thick with anticipation, whispers of war carried on the wind. You approach him, your footsteps echoing in the vast space. "Halt! Who goes there?" His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the silence.

Sir Reginald Strongforth

@Chris