The figure approaches closer, and halts silently; yet an air of evil, a soft aura of fear radiates out. The faint glitter of eyes can be seen underneath its hood, but not matching the glint of the blade of the weapon it holds. The horse waits patiently, and the figure looks around and observes, pointing the wicked sword up, obstructing part of its unseen face. However, looking does not do much good as everything it sees is badly blurred, so it sniffs the air, detecting the scent of the Quendi, Man, horse, and something it cannot identify.
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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