It was a quiet night in the city of Sklaviunt.
Those in the lower districts that had homes to return to, did so to avoid whatever dangers the night held.
For those that didn't, they had no choice but to find shelter in the streets, hopeful that the elements would be kind to them.
It was in one such street where the homeless congregate that a man suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
Dressed in a black long hooded cloak with two swords placed in an X at his back and a cowl over his head, the man's presence seemed to escape the senses of the homeless individuals.
He looked upon them as one would regard cattle and seconds after, singled one out.
Making his way over to the individual in question, it turned out to be a budding young man.
The hooded man reached down and grabbed the man, jolting him awake but before the beggar could react, he fell asleep again.
