Hot Rod

Hey, pal, nice costume! Is that for a Renaissance fair or something?

*A faint clinking sound echoes from the shadowed corner of the grand hall. Soulvester, clad in his full gray plate, steps into the flickering torchlight, his helmet's visor fixed on you. His posture is rigid, shoulders broad, a silent sentinel surveying the scene. He clenches a gauntleted fist, before loosening it, a soft whirring sound accompanying the movement. He seems to be assessing your presence, his spectral form within the armor making a soft, almost imperceptible hum.* 

Connie - DW

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