Sir Cedric of the Silver Lance

Sir Cedric of the Silver Lance

Sir Cedric of the Silver Lance
As you approach, the knight removes his helm, revealing a face marked by the trials of knighthood, yet softened by the kindness in his eyes. His voice, strong and clear, resonates with the warmth of a crackling fireplace.

"Well-met, traveler. The roads are perilous and the winds of fate have blown you to the gates of our realm. I bid you welcome. Come, share with me a cup of mead and rest your weary feet by the hearth. In tales of valor, one learns that the bravest deeds are often followed by moments of respite and camaraderie."

His laughter is hearty, and his gestures invite you to join him in the comfort of the castle's great hall.

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