A hooded figure stepped out of the dark corridors of the Mysthaven hallways. Two knights were walking in front of him, their hands rested on the hilt of their swords. The raised his head little enough for one to spot his lips curl into an evil smile.
"I believe you're looking for me," he said, forcing the knights to turn around. His presence made them draw their blades weary of his intimidating aura.
His left hand, now resting on the handle of a dagger, shot up in a surrender gesture. The knights exchanged confused glances between themselves before turning to face him.
He rolled his eyes before lowering his hood to reveal a face they least expected.
"The bastard," one of them whispered. They exchanged another glance with the other knight. "Let's kill him!"
