<Reaperman stood atop the small crag of rock the low cloak trailing off his shoulders offered a bit of a billow as the wind caught it.

He was a rather tall albino warrior, dark black clothing covered his upper body, and leggings down to his worn brown leather boots, from the belt at his waist hung a overly long sword that appeared to be made from a lustrious black metal.

His shoulder length hair blew across his eyesight from time to time, slightly obscurring his line of vision as he looked out over this new territory, this was different than any he had seen before, but he prayed to his gods that he could possibly find refuge in this new land.>

Stepping out from seemingly thin air, the man in the red tattered cloak stood next to the albino, the blowing wind appearing to die as soon as it comes with in a couple inches of him. Giving the albino's cloak a rather interesting rythym with just one small section standing completely still save for when moved by the albino. Looking down off the cliff, he watched as a long strolling caravan traveled across the plain, sending up dust behind it. Steping forward he stands directly on the edge, turning his head he looks at the albino and says in a voice eminating from within the hood, and at the same time from all around, "Watch yourself, the border guardians don't like newcomers......" He twists around as he falls from the cliff, his cloak only just now billowing out around him as he rockets towards the ground below. "They shoot and never asks questions..." A voice from all around says to the albino seconds after the cloaked figure dissapears in the blink of an eye.