Carmasa, the Count, sits upon his throne, with his head down, in deep thought. Xubis, approaching his master, kneels down respectfully, and murmurs,
'My Count, there is a visitor here, waiting to challenge you.'
Carmasa looks up, slowly nodding. He dons a cloak and grabs his staff, while getting up from his throne. His staff was specially made for him by the blacksmith, and it was gleaming brightly, while emitting a cold atmosphere.
'Let him in.'
A strange hooded stranger...