The Slumbering Tsar Saga
The figure is swathed in a long, hooded robe of coarse, gray cloth. His face is not visible, though you can just make out the shape of a protruding lower jaw. The cart appears to full of all sorts of mundane items and junk, certainly nothing that appears to be threatening. If you were in any other place at any other time, you would think this a rather ordinary traveling peddler.
Information He Provided
“Not only old dead guard Black Gates but something greater as well.
From blackest pits of pitch and bile a new guardian arose both foul and
vile. Beware his breath of clinging death.”