A hooded figure walked through the depths of a forest. It strolled it's way along a faded path. Stopping under a tree's shadow, the figure became almost invisible to any eye. All that could be seen was a ratted paper that had scribbles written all over it. Looking in all directions, the hooded person began to walk again.
After a hour of walking, an exit appeared out of the forest. "Ah..." the person gasped and quickly walked towards the exit. But then right as the hooded person was at the "exit", something stopped them from continuing forward. A large wall and security gate stood at the entrance of protected area. Slowly the person walked to the gate's path and stopped in front of it.
"State who you are and your purpose!" A man yelled to the shaded person.
There was a moment of a pause and then the person spoke, "I am here because I was hired by my client." The voice spoke from the hidden shadow of the hood. "And as for who I am...I have no name..."
Again there was a pause, but then the man laid his hand on a brick and then it glowed a bright gold. "You may proceed..." He said unsure of himself.
With a smile unseen, the no named person walked into the village. People strolled, chatted, and ran all in the village and merchants were selling goods to people. Everyone looked at this person as if he/she was a thief or a peddler. But no one really began to care either. Walking around, the figure made its way to a building that hung a sign, illustrating it was a "bar". The person walked in and began to question the bartender.
"Not meaning to interrupted business but I'm looking for someone by the name of 'The Shrowl'...Have any hints for a 'traveler'?" The person muttered behind the shadows of the hood. But the bartender could see a smirk come across their face. "I could...possibly. But for a trained person like yourself, I consider you know the 'rule' then, am I correct?" he replied back in a deep tone.
Still smiling, "Alright then," the person said as a piece of paper was taken out from the bartender and then handed over. After writing a small "order", the bartender wrote out a small address on the paper then replied, "The Shrowl, it's just a nickname. But be careful, I hear this person is very sly and mysterious, if you know what I mean, stranger." he said.
The person walked to the door then stopped and replied, "I'll take your word for it then. Many thanks..." Then stepped out the door. The hood still covered the face of the unknown and no named person. Outside, people were still running about. The person then faded into the crowd, looking down at the paper, and following it to the address.
