You step under a crumbling archway to get out of the rain and survey the terrain around you. As ruined as this old temple was it was nothing compared to the surrounding buildings, most of which had been partially or totally collapsed by Gruul raids and expeditions. You could probably handle a small Gruul war party or a single giant thug if they happened upon you, but with little more than a dagger and cloak you didn't feel it was wise to press your odds.
After nearly ten minutes a hooded figure dropped down behind you and held a tiny blade to your throat. "Slash slash... you're dead." he joked cheerily as you turned around and he withdrew his weapon. He was a tall man, much taller than you had expected and was at least seven or maybe even eight feet tall. His long white hair flowed freely and his skin was nearly as dark as his cloak. Around his neck was a simple silver necklace and on his left index finger was a silver ring bearing the Dimir symbol.
He gives you a smile as he puts his little knife away.
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