Decades later, behind a somewhat dilapidated cluster of buildings by the edge of a forest, stood a lone elder in a green robe, expressionless, motionless with his hands clasped behind his back in front of a mound of earth.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded from behind.
A woman with white hair, carrying a long and a short sword on her back, walked slowly towards him from a small path not far away.
"Villain, you have some nerve, daring to arrange a meeting with me here!" The woman with white hair suddenly stopped about ten yards away, her gaze fixed on the elder in the green robe, speaking coldly.
