You stand in a forest, the shifting branches sending a myriad shadows dancing across your moon-lit path. You look up. A man nods to you from the saddle of a pitch black stallion you never heard approach. He steps down, regarding you silently. His armor, as dark as his horse, gleams dully in the soft moonlight. He smiles. Not a dark smile; not the smile of a warrior, but one whose warmth and invite call to you. Draw you. He extends a hand, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours. "Come, my Lady." His voice is deep, wrapping itself gently around you. Caressing you. "Come, let us journey together." He makes no move toward you. His outstretched hand calls to you, waiting.