Clothed in the livery of a knight, this creature is anything but, what it's true identity is none can say, for none have seen beneath the black iron plates. Many travellers have reported the creature arriving into their camp in the dead of night and just, sitting silently staring into the flames of their campfire. One man tells of his fellows seeking to disturb the knight in some way, while he himself had retired, he found them strewn about the clearing asleep, and upon waking they had no memory of the strange knight who had inserted himself into their camp. Those who encountered said mysterious knight and let him be, found that come morning the knight was gone, and where he had sat a single black-iron rose had sprung, as though in thanks for allowing him to rest. Instinct: To seek respite

• To defend those who offer him rest
• terrifying countenance- When the knight removes his helm all around are struck by profound divine terror and must roll + con, on a fail partial or otherwise they fall into unconciousness and wake with no memory of the knight
• To contemplate the flames
• To leave an Iron rose in thanks