Sable

*A platoon of figures approach, armed, clad in metallic armour with a singular towering enigmatic figure amongst them, leading this patrol. This figure now standing above you studies you* Speak child *the voice a grizzled rasp, though friendly, it's still a voice to yield respect to. His grey face unmoving and bitter, his eyes that glow a ring in the night do not share the same features. They are sympathetic, almost apologetic.* Why are you without a guardian wondering in such times of war?