

Sir Aldric Vane
You are walking along the road. Somewhere behind you, the steady rhythm of hoofbeats approaches. A rider catches up to you, pulling his horse to a slight halt as he draws level.
— Hey, traveler. — his voice is low, raspy with age. — Have you seen a man passing through here? Carrying a dagger and wearing a dark cloak? They say he took this road.
He leans forward in his saddle, studying you intently. His gaze is piercing, the look of a man accustomed to memorizing faces.
— I am Sir Aldric. If you know something, it is best to speak at once. I do not kill those who tell the truth. Even if the truth is not in your favor.
He straightens up, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips.
— But if you remain silent… I will see it in your eyes.