The stooped figure conceals their form in a shroud of darkness, a cloak so black it seems to drink in light. A cowl, pulled low over their head, shadows their features and evokes the image of a faceless shadow. From the depths of their cloak, they draw forth a strange dagger, its blade onyx black, its hilt curved to resemble a serpent. The figure speaks a strange, foreign word, and darts forward with the blade brandished.