You are brought before the King after your most recent heroic deeds. He wishes to reward you handsomely for saving the people of his kingdom. The reward he offers is far greater than anything you could have imagined. Looking over you notice one of the King’s advisers giving you a knowing smile. You suspect the adviser is corrupt and abusing his power for his personal benefit, but you have no proof of this. And now you suspect this reward might be his attempt to buy you off.
Plain and abrupt, Locan steps a pace closer to the King. "And what do you expect in return for this 'gift'?" Locan places his hand on the hilt of his blade, playfully. He smiles at the King before turning quickly and strides towards the advisor, hand still firmly on the hilt. As he approaches, he locks eyes with the others around him, still wearing that arrogant smirk. He announces to the room, "I am Locan, Knight, Protector and... peckish..." He towers over the advisor, making a point of how tall and menacing he looks compared to the feeble advisor. He looks down, condescending. "I could swallow you in one bite, little man. Maybe I take the prize... and your arm. How does that sound?" He waits for the answer, smiling, wrapping his hand around the hilt of his blade.