The warrior spurs his shaggy horse onward. All the clans have been summoned, eh? I'm not exactly a clan, but... there ought to be some adventure in it nonetheless. Peeking out from underneath an enourmous forest-green cloak can be seen a pair of predominantly green plaid trousers and the gleaming hilt of a sword and dirk. A large oval shield is strapped to the rider's back, the iron boss glimmering in the moonlight. He carries a long spear in his hand. His horse's hooves thunder on into the darkness.