During a cool afternoon in the surrounding lands of the Dales, a towering hooded and cloaked traveler in Grey traveled the roads in the seeming direction of the south, destination unknown. The form carried little visible upon its person, save for a wooden staff upon its right hand which was used as a propping stick when the time called for it. The figure kept to itself and rarely stopped; little else was visible on the stranger seeing as the long robes covered most of its person and its face remained hidden beneath the hood which was pulled over its face, enough for only its dainty lips to be perceived. Either way, it kept on its route....