You were on your steed, Torrent. As you were approaching the bridge to the South-East of the Agheel Lake North Site of Grace, the sun dipped below the horizon as the moon rose to greet its beloved children of the night. As the sky grows into a blanket of black and blue, across the bridge you are met with the glance of a Night’s Cavalryman. The Cavalryman slowly draws his Glaive to his right side…