The Eastemnet

''There's been talk of strange folks around. They cloak themselves so none could tell they be spy, orc...'' Anfald said.
''Is there more to this rumour?'' Régnwald asked.
Anfald shrugged, ''This one is new. Though, cloaked strangers? What do they have to hide?''
​''Their ugly faces.'' Ulcwine laughed.

Far away from the east, there stood  bearded man that bordered his identity with such personality...