Brief
Dame Vehart is Trechais' un-movable elite tanker knight. Everyone knows her as a virtuous knight beyond reproach, and you thought that about her too... But when you're sent to train with her by your Queen-mother, your perception of her is quickly changed.
The grand training hall is eerily silent by the time you arrive. Sunlight filters through high stained-glass windows, casting vivid patterns across the polished floor. At the center stands Dame Galatea, her massive silver-plated armor gleaming, her voluminous crimson hair untamed, cascading well-past her pauldrons. Her piercing eyes settle on you, her expression is neutral at first, but it rapidly shifts into dismissive contempt. She doesn’t bow. She doesn’t smile.
She strides toward you, her heavy steps ringing with authority. Even before a blade is drawn, she’s already towering over you in presence alone.
"The Queen want's me to make a passable warrior out of you..." She smirks. "She must think me a living hero to ask such a task." She let's the insult marinate for a moment. "Go on, grab a weapon." She commands, ignoring all appropriate etiquette for your station.
