Looking at this ragged group from the edge of the camps light, sitting down against a tree, a creature resembling the Warlock in all the wrong ways watched as they had all started to break down for the night. Slowly he started clapping, finally alerting them to his presence for they hadn’t noticed him for a fair while now.
“Well look at this now, a group of travelers who’ve run into not one but two ghosts and if my nose doesn’t lie me so to be three.”
Standing tall it was visible now, he wasn’t the same height as the Warlock, nor the same posture. In fact he seemed to be slouching over himself slightly as he walked into more visible light. With his eyes closed and no weapon on his person he simply walked into the camp and dropped down by the fire holding his hands up to keep them warm.
With more light came a more defining features, mostly noted a broken left horn, about mid way down from the comparison of the other sticking from its head, same color armor looking scute and scaling on its body. However this man looked slightly aged. The story teller might of recognized him almost right away from the ring pierced in his broken horn. The Seal of the Vanquisher, a ring handed out to a long since dead sect of Knights who turned against the Elves rule when the Warlock rose to power, the leader of the Warlocks first Division, the first Transcendent.
“Well, it would be rude of me to just barge in like the others have without a name. Names Edward. Here for My Lady, as well as the other one who seems to be strutting around. Seems she hasn’t quite caught wind I am here yet.”
With his eyes still shut he looked in the direction of Tiberius lifting his lip a little showing his teeth hidden within his Muzzle. “Put that tooth pick away, an’t none of ya in any danger, my Master is home and my Lady is now safe, but a warning. None of ya are to hurt her.” with that last line he smiled and looked back at the flames as they danced across the fire.
“So what's for dinner?”