Two dangerous men walk the streets of Farholde now. Alike, but different, from similar origins and levels of reality. One is merely a facade, while the other simply wears a mask.

The first is a human ghost, skin like paper, almost translucent. His hair is spent white ash, bereft of pigment, close cropped, matching his eyebrows. He carries a pair of wide but sort blades, his dress in black and gray to blend into the city better. Horace is his name, a student of Kaithaan, on leave from his training to obtain supplies and information from the western settlement.

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The second is a potent force of death, black as coal, but cold like the icy gates of his homeland. His black robes conceal many things, weapons, magic, trophies, sin. Only found behind closed doors and veiled meetings, Harventh Har'dro, severed from the earth, stalks the surface. His agenda is his own.