<strong>Happenings--</strong><br/><br/>Though advanced in age, Captain Wisslo still retained the lean figure of a man-at-arms.  He had short white hair, a magnificent white mustache, and constantly-squinting eyes.  When he spoke, his voice boomed, though he had a small accent that was not originally from Kassen, but elsewhere.  He bore his regalia as Captain of the City Guard.  Though humble, he still looked impressive in his armor, which was decorated modestly with gold and silver ornamentation.  In a long leather scabbard cinched on his belt lay dormant his famed greatsword, Soul Stealer.<br/><br/>"Nothing," Captain Wisslo said, backpedaling on his concerns.   "Though you and I both bore the lantern, we are different people.  You are much wiser than I was at your age.  Were it that I was at least half as wise as you, things might have been different for me.  You realize that some things are more important than sacred baubles.  Friendship.  Family.  Personal integrity.  Not so with me.  But that is a tale for some other time.  I have come to say goodbye to you.  But instead, I have made a fool of myself.  Do not linger on my words."<br/><br/>For some, bearing the silver lantern forth towards the crypt was a great honor.  It served as the vanguard to a great life of privilege and opportunity.  And though Captain Wisslo achieved great success in life, bearing that silver lantern was like a curse for all the pain it brought.  But he was too stubborn then to realize it.<br/><br/>Cygnar Anvaris was a lean, handsome man with olive, sun-kissed flesh.  He had sandy brown hair, vibrant green eyes, and a chiseled face.  He suddenly stalked forth towards Serana, keeping his hands within the folds of his cloak, his menacing glare softening as he neared.  His approach was marked by Captain Wisslo, who placed his hand on the hilt of Soul Stealer.<br/><br/>"What do you want, Anvaris?" Captain Wisslo demanded.<br/><br/>"To congratulate the girl," Cygnar replied with a scowl.   "And to tell her exploits are of interest to me."  With that, he smirked at Serana, and then bowed dramatically to her.   "She is quite the diplomat, that I can see.  But is she any good with that sword?"<br/><br/>"She is one of the best," replied Captain Wisslo.  "Now begone, foreigner."<br/><br/>Cygnar smiled wickedly as he walked backwards away from the pair.   "I will leave, Captain.  For now."  And with that, Cygnar melted into the crowd and disappeared.<br/><br/>"That one is trouble," Captain Wisslo said off-handedly.   "Do not mark him, for he is a villain."