Amongst the fields of tall burnt grass,bodies littered the ground,fires raged on into the night,castle walls were torn down,catapults had been long since abandoned but a lone wanderer a tall man in a black suit of armor painted blue,he held his pole axe high as a small wisp flew into the sky,lowered his head as if to give prayer for the dead but he was not along no no he was not the only one on this bloody field this night another wanderer, perhaps a soldier coming back to pay respects for his brothers or maybe a looter is here to make a few coins.The man takes heed of this other lone wanderer and turns to them and questions them.
Elias:you are neither dead nor dying state your business...NOW!