The lone black-cloaked figure could be seen approaching from a distance.
Around him, the marshy water of Tourmaline Bog shimmered and wavered, reflecting the warm orange glow of the descending sun.
He was tall and gaunt and carried no weapons. This fact alone signaled the unmistakeable sign of a powerful High Wizard.
No one else would dare walk within the perimeter of The Bog Dungeon without a weapon.
The evening sun glared behind him like a boiling red egg yolk, portending a bloody end to the day.
As he came closer, the lone guard standing in front of the cavern stood at attention.
The black-cloaked figure reached up with bony hands and pulled the hood back from his head.
The guard stared, mesmerized by the High Wizard's youth and beauty. No matter how many times he had seen the wizard's countenance, he was always taken away by the High Wizard's beauty.
