<font color=2F4F4F>The silent shroud of night slowly crept over the mountainside and across the flat lands, its gnarled fingers finding no resistance as it seized the last timid remnants of light that hid between trees and bushes. Animals settled down in the relative safety of their dens and nests in preparation of the coming blackness. However, there was one being that welcomed the night like an old friend. He meandered his way through the darkened forest as if it were fully lit, towards his targeted location. Though his immense size was encased in banded leather armor the same dark as a starless night, not a sound was heard as he strode on. His equally dark, ground length cloak billowed hauntingly behind him, mysteriously not catching on a single branch or stone as he strode on. The forest eventually gave way to a road, and across it, desert. As he approached the sand, instantly two scorpions were attracted to the vibrations of such a large being impending. Their mouths chattered as if in conversation, claws snapped repeatedly. Their long, slender legs drummed the ground for a few precious moments before they fully turned and headed into the direction of the stranger, the wickedly curved tips of their tails dripping poison in anticipation. The man could hear the creatures before even seeing them. A large, gloved hand was held up in a halting gesture and words were whispered out between thin lips. First one, then the other giant bug was suddenly frozen where they stood. Their chattering increased as if in angry litany. The man, still not bothering to look towards the bugs simply waved that same single hand, a few more words pronounced and both creatures lit up in eerie red flames. The creatures squeals of agony as their insides cooked beneath their hard shells like pressure cookers was inconsequential to the man that had not stopped his gait. This place was definitely infested, the man thought mildly as yet more scorpions arrived, and now joined by them were snakes and the ill minded orcs. It was now the man simply shook his head, rose both hands this time and executed numerous spells with violent conviction that simply obliterated any creatures stupid enough to continue their advance. Once his pathway had been cleared towards and around his destination, with nary a mark nor loss of force, he stood motionless, simply gazing at the small stone keep. It was surrounded by vendors dressed in a deep violet hue. He wasn't sure if they had been placed there to sell items, protection or company. The latter may have not be far fetched since the object of his pursuit had kept to herself over time. She'd learned to do such thanks to him. The fact of that did not cause him upset in any event. It had been some time since his prey had brought anyone around herself and to have merchants was a good start, he supposed. She knew he would have no direct care for dealing with them, and so she was safe from the pain of loosing yet more friends to him. The vendors had no idea who he was nor his connection to their employer and so simply stood ready as if he were a passer by deciding on if he would be seeking their merchandise. It was then he saw his quarry. Inside her house candles and lamps lit the room. Much more candles and lamps then most people used. She had also learned that darkness could be her enemy where he was concerned. But in that knowledge, he knew it was a hollow comfort for her. She also knew very well darkness or light, it mattered not to him. He moved freely about and when he decided it was time to address her, he did so as he pleased. <font color=purple>Xandria DeVone</font color=purple> moved about her one room house, dressed in black leather armor, her head bowed as she held a book open across her arms. He could tell by the intense look on her alluring features, she was deeply into what ever the book was about. The candle light reflected off her waist length silken gold curls and added a soft glow to her milky white flesh. Even from where he stood he could see her enchanting beauty clearly. Blush lips and cheeks, high cheek bones, slender throat, womanly curves lovingly embraced by her tight black leather suit, and though he could not see her eyes clearly from this distance, he knew them to be of a ice blue shade that flashed attractively like fresh polished gems especially when full of fright. The man rubbed his square jaw slowly in thought as he contemplated what games he wanted to play tonight if any at all. He slowly made his way towards one of the vendors, a slightly older woman that looked weathered but kind. He would see what Xandria was willing to sell off these days. The woman merchant could simply feel her cheeks flush under the predatory gaze of the dreadfully handsome man. He was much larger than she had thought at first glance as she realized when he finally reached her, standing a full head and a half taller than her own five foot six frame. She tilted her head back and though she had every intention of performing perfectly as she was paid to do, she couldn't help but suddenly feel like a young girl squirming under the watchful gaze of a handsome Lord. She cleared her throat and asked in a voice much softer than her normal tone, "Good evening, Sire. Care to see what wares I have to sell?" The man looked down upon the woman, and offered her a slow grin. "Why yes, that would be most appreciated." The woman opened her bags and showed the man her goods. "The Lady of the house has set a good price for such items, if I may be so bold to offer, Sire." The man's dark brown eyes locked onto her own for but a moment before scanning the wares. Hmm, so she was selling off nothing of triviality. It didn't seem she was ready to pack up and leave yet again so soon, as she'd done over the years he'd been pursuing her. So this new guild she had joined, KMA, seemed for her, to be a keeper. So be it then. Britannia seemed a fine place to play out his game with her. He was now close enough to see that Xandria had kept a guest sign in book on her porch. He gave the woman a roguish half grin and stepped back, a single hand moving almost undetectably. “I will not be buying anything tonight.” Before the woman had the time to replace her bag properly, the entire entourage of vendors suddenly fell into a memory robbing sleep right where they stood. The man then made his way to the sign in book and with a simple wave of his black gloved hand, writing burned into the pages: “My dearest Xandria, I see the grace with which you move and the gentle smiles you bestow upon the simple creatures called humans. But only you and I know how uncertainty infests your mind, how fear enshrouds your heart, how sorrow blackens your soul. I know so well because it was I who placed those there. It was I who left you to be the last of your people. It was I to whom that sorrow laden soul will belong to. It will be I who will break you down absolutely and it will be I that will acquire the benefit of such an enjoyable feat. This is my announcement of presence to you, child. Heed it well. <font color=black>Shayd</font color=black>" Once the words were complete, the Dark Knight turned, and simply melted into the darkness of the night, no indication other than the words of warning left behind to indicate he had ever been there.