It would be a bright night, full moon shimmering in the sky, flooding everything in gray, beautiful light. This would cloak Nothel in the shadows, his outfit being nice and dark, allowing for easy passage during the night. He would be nearly to the location, just over this hill and into the crypt, in which monsters will spawn. Speaking of hill, he had just arrived it, and would start to scale it. A few minutes would pass and he would scale the hill, overlooking the huge crypt. The crypt was quite big, lots of tombstones, and a magical presence would be easy to spot. There is definitely dark magic being used here. He wonders how much fighting will go on. Everything seems to be in order, foggy area, cold night...a...person? What? No one else was supposed to be here. He was supposed to do this job alone. But someone else was here. Groaning to himself, he walks down the mountain to the figure, wondering who they are...It seems to be a woman, but he can't really tell.
The figure would probably notice Nothel before they started descending the hill, so they have some time to prepare themselves. As Nothel approached he would call out, "Hey! Who goes there?" to the figure. The voice is deep, and the figure is tall, looking down open the person as he approaches, about 15 feet out. The only thing separating them is the thick fog in the area.