When the first glows of dawn appeared on the outskirts of the town of Vallaki, an armored man, moving hastily, walked out of the southern forests. He was carrying a severely wounded woman, barely alive, wrapped in improvised bandages. He carried her inside and placed her on the ground in front of the priestess, collapsing nearby afterwards; nearly animalish, continuous growl and moan escaped his lips as he did so. After a long moment, unresponsive to any words spoken to him, he crawled to the nearest wall and leaned on it, conscious, but unaware of his surroundings. His eyes were clearly insane.
A long, long moment passes; his shaking hands reached to the belt pouch to take out a self-made cigarette. After a great struggle he managed to light it - a thin smoke escaped his lips when he took a first drag.