A man, who before today was the most feared knight in all the kingdom.

Standing before the drow is a muscular human man in his underwear.

The hair on his head is cut short, probably to make it harder for an opponent to grab on to.

His chest is slightly hairy and bears several scars, but is otherwise completely bare. His stomach is still mostly toned, but is starting to get a little bit of an ale-gut.

Below the waist the only thing he has on is a very tight pair of spidersilk underpants. How on earth did he manage to get those? They were clearly meant for a much smaller eleven man and left little to the imagination, but she still approved of the look.

The human picks his sword back up, oblivious to his current state of undress.

"Prepare yourself, and let us begin our duel!" Says the human.