Ravenshook Cliffs These secrets I place before my eyes

He traveled to the ocean once again to seek out more followers. He needed them, he really did and he was going to find them. There, upon the ridge stood a shadowy figure, with a frame of a warrior. She was black, pitch black, and purely striking. She was murmuring words he could not understand, and he could only assume it was another language. 

Lanky frame crept forward, and the laid-back man could finally catch a detailed glimpse of the girl. She was of moderate size, with fierce eyes, once again portraying a warrior-like look. He smiled and dipped his head. "Good day," he rumbled.