A hooded figure draped in black made itself down the rough cobblestones of a nondescript Drausian street. It towered above all the rest as it did so and unmistakably commanded respect in the silent strides it took. The fae littered along the street automatically parted away from it as they provided more than enough room for it to pass without coming within touching range. This figure was not one of them, that much was obvious.
Even more than the dark, foreboding robes and the hulking size, the fae were a fairly open, light-hearted species. The way this figure deliberately set itself apart from the rest of them was a testament to the fact that it did not belong. The question on the faces of all the onlookers was, what could it possibly want in their territory when it clearly wanted nothing
