The moon was like a shining silver coin up in the sky, it’s light was reflected by a stream. Next to which was a road and on that road was a rider, a horseman. His steed was pale and its eyes red. An ominous sight in the dark. Even more ominous was the rider, who was clad in black. His black coat of arms displayed a skull of an antlered deer and a dark mantel was clasped around his shoulders, the end flapped behind him as he rode. Under his clothing was mail hauberk and he wore mail trousers and gloves as well. At least he wore a mailed glove on his left hand, which held the rains. His right hand was naked and pale with an exception of a three-armed mark in the colour of blood which was clearly visible in the moonlight. On his head he wore a mail coif and a masked helmet, eerie icy eyes glowed within the mask. Lighting up a part of the helmet's brim. A heather shield, with the same device as his coat, was fastened on the left flank of the horse. While a great axe was held on the right side. All and all a sight that filled the small folk with fear.
Godfrey was on his way to Hargeon Town, a town that he was no stranger too. It was the town where he met with his master’s daughter, Lilim. It was there made a pact to help each other. He wasn’t going to the town for her, but for a contract. Some fool wanted another fool dead and paid a good price for it. The fool that was going to die by his hands was Olivia Sutton, some old mage. Only she was to die, or he wouldn’t get paid. It would be easier if he didn’t have to watch out for accidentally killing some peasants. He wasn’t the person to kill people at random or slaughter for the sake of it unless he was angered in one way but is convenient not to be restrained. Something in him disagreed, it was Bator. Bator would prefer to slaughter the whole world if he could, bloody bastard loved killing.
He had been riding all night and he arrived near the outskirts of the town by first light. Olivia was likely to be found in the park in the morning, so Godfrey steered his steed through the streets to the park. It was silent in the streets, the only sign of life where some cats and dogs and some curious rats who seemed fixated on him. The sound of iron on stone echoed in the narrow streets until he arrived near the park. Where he dismounted and sought a place in the shadow of a tree. His horse stood beside him, not paying any mind to the dewed grass beneath its feed.