"It's raining."
A man cloaked in black slowly walk through the faintly glowing streets. The bricks that paved the road reflecting his mysterious visage.
Chatter could be heard from the various groups of people who roamed the city, clattering about as they went on with their daily life's.
The man suddenly stopped, staring at a building. The sign above reading "The Lotus Tavern."
It was a notorious spot; its food was said to be heavenly and its atmosphere lively. The name of the tavern took inspiration from the royal family's decreed symbol, the lotus flower.
The taverns infamy had grown over many years, stretching beyond the Kingdom of Eldor; it's motherland.
Entering the tavern a cold breeze was let it, the hustle and bustle of the people inside ceasing to be as all focus was abruptly brought upon the cloaked figure's entree.
Creaking was heard as he treaded toward the front counter, the gazes of countless men following his every step. He spoke in a deep raspy voice as he finally reached the keeper, "Where's Asrith?"
The keeper responded with caution, "And what business would a man like yourself have with Sir Asrith?"
The man bore into the keeper with his pitch-black eyes that seemed darker than the pits of Tartarus, "Do not play games with me Maximus. "
Maintaining his cautious demeanor the keeper replied, "Mr. Glen, I can assure you that my curiosity is genuine."
Grabbing a cup and pouring a water in it Maximus continued, "So I'll ask a different question, Mr. Glen, are you willing to test your arrogance against dozens of men?"
In that moment the tavern exploded with noise. The shifting of chairs, the brandishing of swords, the sharping of daggers, and countless other sounds vibrated throughout the room.
Seconds pasted, Maximus and Glen maintained eye contact; the atmosphere of the tavern getting thick and thicker. The light sprinkle of rain outside turning into a full-on shower.
Glen, breaking their staring contest, headed towards the exit of the tavern. The tension in air dissipating with his passing.
Making one more remark before he left, Glen said, "Maximus, you can't protect him forever. His soon judgement awaits."
Maximus peered into the back of Glen as he took his leave; his face contorting into expression of worry as he thought about whereabouts of Asrith.
The scene suddenly changes to that of a foggy forest, a man could be seen running through the woods as he fumbled through the wilderness.
Exasperated and exhausted breaths left his mouth as he entered a clearing. A small cabin could be seen in the center of the field, it's lights apparent through the dense fog of the forest.
Approaching the cabin with shaky steps the man knocked on its door, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes for the briefest of moments.
Waiting for a response the man, took quick glances at the stillness of the forest. A eternity seemed to pass before the doorknob finally turned; the crack in the door revealing a thin short elderly woman.
She squinted, rubbing her eyes to focus her vision on the disgruntled appearance of the person who impeded on her mid-night knitting, "Just who might you be young man?"
His thoughts incoherent and his body fatigue the man fainted; barely managing to speak his name, "Asrith."