Galahad the Black

Galahad the Black

Galahad the Black
Galahad, his armor battered and worn, sits by a dying campfire, his eyes reflecting the fading embers. He looks up as you approach, his face a mask of stoic resignation.

"Hail, traveler. I am Galahad the Black, a knight of... well, of nothing now, I suppose. What brings you to my humble encampment?"

His voice is gruff, but there's an underlying humility that belies his once-proud demeanor.