Kuval made his way down the beaten path toward Faust, his hood over his long hair.  His staff, made of enchanted wood that just barely taller then he was, stripped and rubbed smooth with the claw of a dragon on top clutching a smooth piece of cut onyx, was in one hand.  The tome carrying his master's spells was in the other under his cloak.  He looked weary, having traveled the last week just to get here.  He heard a rumor that companions could be found here.  People crazy enough, like himself, to go after the great dragon that took his master from him.  He cracked his neck and headed toward the city that was now visible on the horizon.<br/><br/>