A meeting is arranged in the early hours of the day. A cold sun shines down on the fields, struggling with the dew that has gathered in the night. Winter is coming to the Heartlands.
His attire is rather common, utilitarian plate and mail, with a simple surcoat bearing the symbol of Haelyn (much like a templar would wear). The same goes for his arms; they seem rather plain, with very little in the way of ornamentation. Perhaps he as taken a vow of poverty? That doesn't quite add up, however, for the enemy leader sits upon a prize stallion who is the equal of any animal you have set your eyes upon. He has removed his helmet for the occasion. He has dark hair and cold eyes. You think he must be related to that squire of Duke Diems...the one who lost his leg...Cereval Shaeme. The family resemblance is strong. His Dieman accent confirms your suspicions:
"I am Moergan, humble servant of Haelyn, Marquis of Thasbyrn, and commander of this army. Now, you called for this meeting...I presume you mean to surrender?"