After a few minutes of waiting, a tall man revealed himself, he was wearing a back cloak and he had large eye bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in hundreds of years. He scanned the area around him and he finally turned to Snow and Lancer. Lancer dragged his lance out from the ground with a wide smile, "Are you one of them?" he asked, "Wait, that does not matter. Fight me."
"Lancer, wait," Snow tried to stop Lancer as he felt something ominous coming from the man. The man took a few more steps into the clearing before he finally dropped to his knees and fell to the ground, dead.
There were several black swords sticking out from his back and Snow frowned as he looked past the man, "He isn't the one we felt." he said.
