Mount Everfall Say goodbye to the setting sun.

You really don't need to quote my posts!

The stranger partially emerged from the shadow. They looked to be built of vantablack; some beast of stygian make which the woman could hardly see in the haze of the rain.
He was focused on her and speaking directly, but in a language not familiar. Her hackles began to spike along the ridge of her shoulders.
Haltu þig í burtu!
Her voice carried the warning, and soon her body showed all the signs of pitched nerves to be expected of a lone wolf faced by potential danger.