You had just left a tavern, now venturing the woods while the moon is high and full. As you walked through the woodlands, you heard a twig crack. You whip your head around to see what seems to be a faint figure with long white blonde hair, pale skin, and lean and tall frame, with a black cape with a red satin lining. His hand was on a branch as he was bent under it. he stared at you before seemingly disappearing right before your very eyes.