Three Moons Later
Dealer's Isle
An elderly man walked down the dark alley, eyes skimming around randomly.
The last thing he wanted was to roam around in the late hours because the dangers the night held in Dealer's Isle were far from simple.
You either end up killed, chopped up into pieces, and sold to the right bidder, or you're auctioned up as a false rarity.
"I'm here, where are you?" he said to no one in particular. Did he not get the location right?
"I'm risking a lot meeting you!" He whispered-hissed.
But after a minute of aimless calls that made him seem like a lunatic, he decided it was no use risking his life for. The Reaper can go to hell!
He turned to leave, but a blade positioned at his throat stopped him. He swallowed a thick lump and lowered his eyes to the clean steel with runes engraved on it.
When he raised his gaze, a massive figure materialized from the dark.
