“The end of the world? The end of yours, not mine!”
Clovis’ love of the law led him to become a paladin long ago. As years passed, he learned the hard way that the law is rarely black & white. Shades of grey colored his perceptions, especially in the many deeds done to keep his lord’s hands clean. Now civilization is crumbling, and the lords can do naught but cower. Clovis has at last realized that justice and glory are more than a shiny shield and serving the nobility. Real honor is gained through deeds, not by lordly fiat.