It was a stormy day, rain poured heavily on a certain village, as a cloaked figure made itself known. The figure walked toward a tavern, ignoring the rain and the thunder that seemed to never end. The figure was rather small, he/she had a rather imposing. His/Her muscles could be seen through the fabric of the way too thin cloak the he/she wore. Other than it's height and build, nothing else could be seen about the figure. The cloak hid it's body and face all too well.
