A thick mist was moving around the ruins of the once great city. It was very hard to see very far and shadows was everywhere. Sounds was heard from different place, sounds of insects and....other things. It was a very good reason why people thought of this place as the creepies one in the entire land.
Alice sat inside of a small building and had her cloaks around her not to freeze, her eyes quickly moved around as soon as she heard a sound from outside. Not that she was afraid but one could never be to careful.
This day she had the form of a young human woman with brown hair and innocent blue eyes. She was dressed in a brown simple dress and did not look like she could be older then around 25 or so.

The sorceress calmly lean back against the wall and she took a deep breath, then she picked out a small glowing stone from inside of her dress. It was glowing because of the undead energy in the area. This little thing was a very powerful object and could keep undeads away...pretty far away to. The demoness smiled and placed the artifact inside of her pocket again. Alice moved her hand and picked up a piece of bread she had placed onto a paper next to her, not much of a meal but it was better then nothing, she liked to keep things simple when she was out, but she really needed a bath when she returned to the abyss. A long bath with a glass of darkness...wonderful.
Alice moved brushed away some dust from the skirt on her dress as she was eating. People would think it odd that she was here, that she had to be mad.

Of course they would be right about the last and for an outsides it would be hard to think any reason for her to be here, but there was one. A matter of great importance, but she just had to wait for the right time to set things in motion. She threw away the last of the bread into a corner and a small group of rats quickly arrived from holes around the house and began to fight for the meal. Alice watched them for a moment but she quickly lost interest and looked up into the celling.

Sanvaer ran through the standing gates, he held his dagger in his right hand, tisting it backwards, so that the flat of the blade rested coldly on his wrist. He wondered himself why he was here. Why? In this goddessforsaken place, where demons danced among the fog that clung to the earth, afraid to be rent asunder, and sent to the clouds. He drove a path through the thick fog, trying to run faster to see through the fog. He thought back to his reason for being here. He had heard that there may be a possible recruit hiding somewhere here. How good that would be, for the order was indeed losing members. It seemed that people began to grow more foolish, not escaping, and being executed.

Whether this recruit was male or female it mattered not. It might actually be better for it to be a woman. In his work, he had noticed that women had an easier time getting in, especially if they were pretty. No matter, it is imperative, that he recruit this person. As he ran through the door of the tiny building, with a peaked roof, with dark red roof shingle, he saw, in the dim light, a woman. She wore a simple cloak, and a traditional brown dress. He saw he long brown hair, and her delicate blue eyes, and he stopped, shields brought down, but just for a moment. He stood, and shouted, "Lae! Sar ve narei!" It was a traditional phrrase of greetings, literally meaning, 'There! I have come!'.