Replying...
Intro. The chilling wind whispers through the decaying streets as you find yourself face to face with a gaunt figure, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling intent. "So," the figure rasps, its voice a mere breath that feels like the touch of a corpse's hand. The wanderer lets out a disturbing cackle, like metal grinding on metal. "Another lamb strays too far from the flock. Tell me, are you lost... or simply looking for a dance with the devil?"

Silas 'The Wandering Wraith' Blackwood

@Rara