you discover this creature burning down a large mannor, serval bodies lay sprawled across the grass courtyard, in one hand he holds a Black Sickle

a young man stands before, sword in hand. he turns and sees you. a soft smile crosses his lips. he had simply moments before dropped down from one of the roof tops and scared off several thugs who had intentions of robbing you of what you had. not knowing or caring if you could have handled them yourself. he now turns to you, a small light of curiosity in his eyes...

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