C293 Theobold

Bathed in moonlight, Theobold stood atop the mountain, above the new cluster of caves. A fierce wind whipped through the cave—how could there be such a gust indoors?

Opening his eyes, he found himself face-to-face with a man whose arm was riddled with wounds, the sleeve of his shirt flapping wildly.

Theobold tried to shout, but the man quickly covered his mouth.

The man gestured for silence