Standing at the edge of the Lycan Woods was a rather desolate place, a partially barren land with dried brown grass laying all around. Nothing really lived here, sure a lost tree here and there separated from the forest but besides that, nothing. In the far distant some vague silhouette could be seen. A construction of some sorts, a forgotten remnant from a time long passed no one even remembers.
On the edge of the woods was also laying some forgotten ruin. A mere skeleton of a building, with nothing more than a few pillars left standing. Along some of the pillars, those who were closest to the woods, ivy had found it's way up and grew even along some of the arcs. And among those ruins there was one particular oddity, waiting in the dark corners. With only his golden eyes piercing through the darkness itself.
Why would it that someone would actually come to such a barren world such as this, these lands weren't particularly known for their hospitality. In fact Dahau was certain that rarely anyone travels in these lands. Unless something forced them to. The only people Dahau could even imagine traveling to such cursed lands were criminals, renegades. The few bad people who couldn't find a home among the guildless, the dark mages or the general thugs. People who simply didn't want to be found.
In this case Dahau wanted to be found, he was waiting for a specific someone to find him here in these forgotten lands. He did after all left an invitation, a rather ominous one he had to admit that. But sometimes secrecy was of the utmost importance because you never know which prying ears were listening.
It wasn't before long, that Dahau heard the rustling of the grass. Someone... something was approaching. He stepped out of the shadows and into the dim moonlight that only vaguely illuminated the area they were in. Showing a man clad in a battle armor with a long cloak dragging behind him. His hair was raven black, and you could easily tell that he was in his forties. Or at least that is how he appeared to be. But it wasn't his age or his attire that was the strangest thing about him, it was they he he felt. His energy, his aura, the magical presence that should be present in everyone, that wasn't in him. Or at least not able to be sensed by most others.
As Dahau had stepped forwards, he'd notice a silhouette appearing out of the shadows around the the ruins itself.
'I'm glad to see you have taken up on my invitation...' he only said