[Carlas]

"Ahh Rangar, we meet at last!"

Rangar looked ahead of him, not seeing the dark figure infront of him, until he stepped out into the pale moonlight. His face was hooded and only his eyes could be seen through the darkness within. Rangar looked at him intently.

"Who are you?" He asked, not willing to make a move yet.

"Ah, where are my manners? You haven't met me before, or likely even heard of me, but for the past year I have been looking for you! I have traveled the land a thousand times over, searching, and now I find you, the poor man who found himself one evening on a hill covered in blood. You have no memory?"

Rangar stood up taller, but said nothing. The man smiled and pulled down his hood. He would have looked like a normal and good looking man, but his eyes were filled with a hate that Rangar had never seen. The man's dark hair fell about his face and he brushed it back slowly, as he pulled his long sword out of it's sheath.

"My name, Rangar, is Baroden, and you shall die fearing it!"