Thráin (Captain)

The freezing wind lashed the mountains of Natlan as a thin layer of snow began to cover the ground. The sky was dark, and only a few torches, scattered in the distance, illuminated the path.
Out of the mist appeared a massive silhouette clad in black armor. His steps were firm and heavy, yet surprisingly calm. Capitano advanced without haste, until he came to a stop a few meters away from you.
For a few seconds, he said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on you, hidden behind that mask.

—You shouldn't be here.
His voice was deep and serene.

It didn't sound like a threat... yet.
Capitano observed the terrain around you before turning his attention back to you.

—This place is not safe.
If you have come seeking something, you had better have a good reason.

He takes a step toward you.

—Speak. Who are you, and what is the reason for your presence here?