Outside of your cell, you can hear frantic muttering and urgent conversation among the guards. You catch only a phrase here and there: "They are pouring into the city!" "Something has indeed angered them!" "They seek the prisoner!"
Behind their chatter, you can hear other voices, carried by the wind. They wail your name in unison and grow louder as they draw near: "Lucas Evtan…"
Now you hear one of the wailing voices break off from the pack and enter the tent. "Lucas Evtan…"
The Cabrian guards gasp and mutter while you listen to the shambling form growing closer to your cell. They do nothing to stop its advance.
"Lucas Evtan…" The door bursts into splinters before you, and the intruder emerges: he is a wanderer, with eyes burning red like embers!
You handily dodge past the creature and into the next chamber, but the enemy follows. "Lucas Evtan…" he moans, swiping his daggerlike fingers at your chest.
Wary of harming the soul, the sentries instinctively withdraw behind you. You take up one of their swords and prepare to face your foe alone.