<span style="color: #00BF40">November, 1886</span><br/><br/><br/>A figure moved amongst the shadows of Sherwood Forest in Nottinghamshire. It flitted from tree to tree, seeming to barely touch the ground. It moved swiftly through the woods; its target a specific location which it<span style="font-style: italic">obtained</span>from someone in Edwinstowe.<span style="font-style: italic">Took me long enough to locate her.</span>the figure thought. It pulled it's black cloak and hood tighter as it lightly crunched through the snow, though it couldn't feel the November chill. The shadowy shape slowed as it approached a house hidden in the heart of the forest, which hung over a small waterfall, the surface of the water reflecting what little moonlight that filtered through the canopy. The house was dark and barely noticeable, if not for the light from the moon, but the figure still approached cautiously, wary of traps. It spotted a few, and easily avoided them, coming upon the door. It searched the edge, finding no door-traps to impede its progress. It quickly picked the heavy-duty locking mechanism, using its specialized set of lock-picking tools.<br/><br/>The cloaked figure closed and locked the door behind it, and took a look around.<span style="font-style: italic">Hmm, very earthy. Wood and stone, as well the usual brass pipes.</span>It sat down on a soft sofa in the living room, and waited, sitting in the dark and leaving its hood up.<br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i549.photobucket.com/albums/ii366/pic-man_09/fe-Ephidel.jpg">Cloak</a>