Late in the evening, when the north wind blows down through the alleys by the Chalice Gate, one can hear a calling. Some would say it is the voices of the past, while others would claim it a haunting of the dead. To some it is a comforting wind and others it sends a chill down through their skull. Many a child has gone chasing to see where the voice comes from and return none the wiser. The guard patrolled the alleyways for a year at the beck of the residents to put an end to the noise and no cause was ever determined.
It was in these narrow pathways that Zahar met an old man. He seemed at ease with the way he limped toward Zahar. “Young man, I have been looking for you,” he spoke up. “Easy there, not you per se but someone of you youth and agility.”
Zahar could see the man was missing a foot as the space between the two narrowed. “As a member of the Ardent Order, I am happy to assist one of our towns seniors. What can I do for you?”
“I live up in the mountains and with the recent collapse of the monolith I think it best to reside in the city now. However I cannot drag a trunk down by myself. Would you be able to assist me in retrieving it?”
“Zahar who are you talking to?” asked Katranna as she rounded the corner. “You know we are in a hurry.”
“Katranna, I am helping this man with a question.” Zahar glared over to meet her rounding the corner.
“Who? The rat scurrying away down the alley”
“Yes, the rat,” Zahar looked back to at the nothingness.
“I should really just let Crevan have you full time.” Katranna said squinting in the dark to see if anyone still lurked.