Kren enters...
A tall man clad in dark brown robes stood atop the bell tower. His shadowy figure was barely present across the dim skylight of DragonFall. He stared across the vast expanse of DragonFall. Like a hawk he stared out searching his prey but found none. All he saw was the small fires in the distance like the end of threads that wove the pattern of the Game of Houses. He muttered to himself "Chaos is winning this war. The strongest surviving while the weak perish. Somewhere amongst the chaos of this city, I will find the truths that will set me free from my bonds of vengeance and blood."
He pulled out a small flask that contained a sweet wine to help ease the feeling of confinement that came with the thick summer weather of DragonFall. A favorite drink from a past life. A reminder that he had lost control once and that he again walked the line between life and death. He thought to himself "This time though he will not play that cursed game by those rules. The price was too high. He abides by a new set of rules, the way of life. A new life with new rules that could not be free until the promises of the past were fulfilled." His hand shook a little while holding the flask. He fought hard with his prohibition. What kept him going was the truth and vengeance. Not tonight though. With sudden quickness he disappeared from view. Leaving not a trace but the whispers of a flapping robe into the darkness of chaos.