Silhouetted against the stormy sky was a man. He wore a cloak, which swirled in the wind. You could see that his hair was shoulder-length and blond. Something glinted about his neck. More than that you could not see in the dim light. You cleared your throat. Lightning traced the veins of the sky and lit up his face. He was not smiling, as one might smile on greeting a stranger, nor was his expression fierce.