"Where am I, boy?" The figure asked.
"A cave in the middle of nowhere, who are you?" Ethan asked but got no reply as the knight stood there looking around.
The knight stood tall, his armor shining under the light, each piece carefully crafted and fitted perfectly together.
His gloves were large and strong, with the edges worn smooth from holding a sword countless times.
The chest plate had the faint marks of an old crest, nearly faded away.
He didn't move, and there was no sound of breathing, just the quiet clink of metal when he shifted slightly.
His helmet, topped with a simple plume, hid whatever was inside, leaving an eerie emptiness while his eyes shone bright red. A long, dark cape hung from his shoulders, trailing behind him like a shadow.
(Why is he looking around, I don't think he has any interest in fighting you)
