It was early morning with the sun just rising and a low cold fog still rolling across the ground when a white cloaked figure with the hood of the cloak pulled up and shadowing the individuals face made his way down the road that lead into the village of estolad. As the figure walked the cloak parted to reveal flashes of black since his clothing underneath the cloak was as black as midnight. Also revealed was the flash of a silver prommel that belonged to a longsword belted on the figures hip.

Pausing as he stepped into the village proper the figure did a quick scan of his surronding from underneath his hood even as he rests a hand cassually on his sword hilt and ponders were exactly he was going and what exactly he was going to do when he did get there. Finally the figure gave a small growl of resignation and continued on into the village his hidden eyes constantly scanning for danger.