<strong>Half a day earlier, at a little woodcutter village below Massenmarch.</strong><br/><br/>(https://img00.deviantart.net/e0bd/i/2004/161/e/3/ringwraith.jpg)<br/><br/>The robed figure stood there, eerily calm and silent. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPqgEZzSPxA)<br/><br/>"Where did the wizard go." It repeated. "I dinnae and if I happened to ken, I'd nay tell you whatever you be!" The lumberjack insisted, his mate nodding. Perhaps if he said it louder, it'd sound more confident, he decided.<br/>(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChA6m5Hp7Mc/V8I9hcTs0fI/AAAAAAAAObU/RKMakuM6Ax86S1hhlAiTR4hplh2WyPjCQCLcB/s1600/blackwall_lumberjack_by_ynorka-d8siit1%255B1%255D.jpg)<br/><br/>"I'll ask the survivor again then." The robe decided and lifted a hand. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then, however, the other lumberjack raised his already readied axe. "You bastard! You're always the one spoken to, getting the fame!" "Oy, oy, Arn' what are ya up about!" The man backed up, worriedly, only for his expression to change as the hand pointed at him.<br/>"Ya piece of shit ain't none to talk! Ya bloody bastard are bigger than me, tougher.. ya even got a bigger Dick! I hate yer!" He shouted, raising his axe.. and charging.<br/><br/>The cloak.. watched on, waiting with impatient annoyance for the fight of these two friends to conclude.