Description

The cave seem to close around the slight figure. A black cloak swaths the form, and against the strange glow flowing from around the bend in the rough rock, an odd green sword flashes.

A low rumble reaches his ears, but he continues to stride forward, seemingly no fear paralyzing his senses.

He throws his cloak back, and in the glow his face is revealed. Pale and drawn from starvation, a long, thin scar
adorning the white forehead. His eyes say, this is what I have come all this way for. Now is the time.

A few gold coins litter the smooth floor of the cavern, but the traveler simply kicks them aside.

He has no need for the wealth of the cave. There is another reason he has come.