<span style="font-weight: bold">[Malifaith]</span><br/>Outside the keep, a figure sneaks quietly from a dark alley; yet, emerging in the main street in front of the gates, it assumes a more distinguished posture, yet still appearing a little crouched. Its steps appear now slow and elegant, now nervous and feral, like diffent natures are struggling inside its body. It is covered by a very long black cloak and its face is hidden in the shadows of a hood; yet a good observer would notice the fine dressing under the cloak and the smooth silver hair.<br/>He - it - the thing advances on the beautiful external stairway, always covering where the shadows of the nearby palaces can cover it from the sun rays; then it reaches the gate. Once here, it stops, staring now solemnly, now furtively all around, like it's waiting for something...