The rain was slowly falling down over the world, the wind calling out, and the clouded sky, keeping the sun for itself. The land was old, the mountain peaks raised high, the damp sounds of the swamp below could be heard in the rain. A lightning broke through the sky, a loud thunder echoed in the mountains after it. On a small path along the mountain side, a man leading his horse stops and looks up at the sky. His face is covered mostly by his brown hood, his body hiding under the large cape. A second lightning torn the sky, it lit up the face of the man, it was rugged and dirty, yet living, his eyes was tired but strong and determined. After the light had escaped his face and it was once again shadowed, he continued to walk, leading his horse next to him.