Elsewhere, two men draped in dark brown clothes walk along the streets of a small village.
Torches hung along the village's wooden fence lit up the way.
Their high quality clothes made a stark contrast with their surroundings, in turn making them a feast for the eyes of the village residents.
These men bore such things no mind as their legs never stopped moving.
One had his gaze fixed on something within his palm, while the other feasted his eyes on the surroundings, and he did not like what he saw.
With haste, he spoke…
"How long till we get out of this dump? It is blemishing my existence" the other answered absent-mindedly, not once moving his gaze from the object in his palm as he took a short turn.
"Almost there my lord, almost there"
"You have been saying that for so long now, Giffard. Are you even sure the man who did the deed is actually here?"
"Very" he said and a smile blossomed on his lips.
"And we'll be meeting him soon"
