The figure ushered him indoors, through a rickety wooden door and into a dimly lit hut. He closed the door behind them as the clanking noises of the guards came and went... Quiet soon resumed. The figure hooked up his ornate iron lantern on the wall and breathed a sigh of relief, turning to Eldarin. The figure was... Particularly drab looking. He was hunched over slightly, dressed head to toe in a drab scarlet cloak, the hood up. What he could see beneath the cloak was mostly bandaged up, concealing whatever was beneath. His face was dark and covered up, orange eyes glowing beneath the wrappings and a mouth with sharp little teeth to boot. 
"You're not from around here, are you?" He queried grimly.