Wounded and unconscious, he was laying under the tree, a bloody puddle seeping from under Kayn. He fell down due to a duel, weak yet not deed. The shadow assassin's body froze in one position with his hand still holding his weapon, scythe - Rhaast, which only glared at him.

Kayn woke up in a cold sweat. He didn't think he would ever wake up again, his whole body ached from the wounds. He could hear the sound of rain from the outside of the cave he was laying in.

Shadow assassin tried to prod himself up from the handmade bed but his wound dressing prevented him from it. The next thing he saw was someone crouching next to his weapon, moving hands and trying to communicate with the Darkin. What a weird view. The scythe seemed somewhat interested in the oddly dressed person.

“What are you doing.” Came out of Kayn's mouth more as a warning than a question.