A man in a gleaming mithral breast-plate with a pair of swords (one cold iron, one mithral) comes to the forefront riding his axebeak mount. He dismounts extending his hand in friendship.
"Iomedae teaches us that the circumstances of our birth do not determine our destinies. Let it be known that Sir Roderick the Chaste will stand beside you in battle against the darkness! May the servants of the Dawnflower and the Inheritor cause all those that refuse to repent, fall under the weight of honor and justice!"