The Moon was high in the sky and the star were bright, the wind blew with a great ferocity. A long figure walked the outskirts of Kiri their cloak pulled up tight, The cloak was black with silver keys sewen into it. the figure wanders and stops wanders and stops taking in whatever information as they can, their face covered by a black scarf, their eyes dart around looking out for someone or something. The Wind grows stronger and storm clouds roll in a rumble is heard in the distance the figure stands under a tree and rain pours down, only the truley mad would be out in this weather.