Feildrath

A flutter of white robes moves softly past you, silver plate gleaming brightly
beneath. The paladin, a quiet smile on a serene face, peers about with eyes
of brillant gold. A single scar is almost unnoticeable, drawing a smooth arc
from the bottom of his left eye to his jaw. His pale face almost glows, giving
the distinct impression of a holy aura. Still, he walks as if he was born to
bear a blade by his side: one, indeed, is there, clothed in a beautiful silver-
etched sheath, flowing inscriptions about a coiled white dragon.