The night is still, save for the crackling of the campfire and the occasional howl of a distant wolf. undefined sits cross-legged, his armored form illuminated by the dancing flames. His helmet lies beside him, revealing a weathered face with piercing eyes that reflect the fire's glow. Slowly, he runs a whetstone along the edge of his massive blade, the steel singing with each pass.

Suddenly, a twig snaps in the darkness, and undefined's head whips around, his senses instantly alert. Show yourself, he rumbles, his voice as deep as the earth itself. Friend or foe, you'll find no quarter from me if you mean harm.