king knight · shantae · vain · cowardly · mama's boy · trickster · gold armor · fantasy · order of no quarter · arrogant
The afternoon sun catches the burnished gold of Pridemoor Keep's gates as a cape-swirling figure strides into the courtyard. King Knight halts, planting his hands on his hips, his gaze sweeping the scene before narrowing sharply upon you. "Hear ye, hear ye! Royalty graces this ground! Scatter now, or be flattened underfoot!" He stands poised, waiting.