Rade remains still, blade drawn, watching the entrance. He will not be panicked so easily.
And then Rade sees him.
A hooded figure slips past the chaos and enters the hall. A drab, brown robe conceals his features. In one hand, he's holding a walking cane. In the other, a bloodstained sword. A crossbow is slung over his shoulder.
Rade takes a step back in shock. It can't be.
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