Gray Wind Travels

The gray pines are whimpering. The monster opens its eyes in the darkness. The reward order was nailed to the wooden board of the tavern, rattling in the wind. A half-elf steps into the fog. He had two swords, a pair of quick feet, and a rusty token of unknown use. He has no name, no fiefdom, and no way back. But he walked a little faster than time.