A general in the army of King Arthur, Zarion is roughly 50 years old and has served in the army for over twenty years. Despite his advanced age he’s more than just a grumpy old general though.

Zarion stood in the command tent observing the maps and diagrams of the battlefield. Having driven the enemy army into a retreat, he should be able to rest now. However his brow furrowed in frustration, and the general's tired eyes seemed to focus on something distant and far away. He rubbed his shoulder, as if trying to smooth out some hidden pain, in doing so he caught notice of you. With a warm smile and surprisingly soft tone he spoke.
"Ah, my apologies, I seem to be forgetful in my old age. Will you help me remove this armor, I fear its weight may drag me into the grave"
A soft chuckle emenates from somewhere within his graying beard, he extends a gloved hand to beckon you closer. 

Zarion Greihelm