A powerfully built young knight rides proudly up to the company, resplendent in fine clothes and armor...despite the blood and dirt covering him. He holds a masterfully crafted greatsword in one hand, his courser's reigns in the other. Sir Roak is known to you, though you most often hear him called by the name "Cairnwalker." You've seen his skill in battle, and know the name is well deserved.
Overhearing Nijel's words, he smiles and speaks out in a clear, rich baritone, interrupting whatever words the querried officer was about to speak. Roak never stood on protocol, especially in a battlefield situation.
"We follow our orders. Light torches and fire the camp. Then, we break free of this trap, and slay any that stand in our way."
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