Tam

The sound of clopping hooves announces the approach of Tam. Mounted upon a phantasmal steed, he draws near the castle. A plain, but well made, cloak covers his body, revealing only his face. It is the pale, ephemeral face of a changeling, though his eyes shine with a muted light. "Tam Lin I am, called here by the king." he announces to the guards. "Were will he receive me?"