Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

A stranger’s voice sounded into the air.

Tenebris turned and regarded the pale figure with a steady gaze. They were medium in build and lean, trim in their shape. The wayfarer searched for signs of others but could not see any immediate grouping who might draw near to the pale shape.

The knight drew his head and howled in response. The rugged voice filled the air.

There had been others that he had met while traveling the length of the coast. Many of them had been short in patience, and a few had been frightfully short in thought. Tenebris wondered what this lean ghost would offer.