Cloaked in darkness itself, he prowled through the fog. Giant black horns curled so they framed his jaw. Scales, or what appeared to be scales, framed his face and traveled down his neck, stopping above the collarbone. Perhaps the most noticeable thing about him was the golden amber pendant at his neck, matching delicately with his eyes, the other hidden by grey locks

Broad shouldered and grim, he moved down the street, heading towards the Monastery of Assassins, silent as a black cat.