Earthblood - Crossroads 17 (Patreon)

"Hello? Is someone in there?"

A face peers through the thick glass of the Reaper, the sunlight casting an almost divine aura about his form. The man wears strange clothes, clothes you've never seen before. Another clan? 

"He can't see us."

"No, but keep your voice down. Don't let him hear us."

"What?"

"We don't know who this man is. He could be one of them."

The man stands up and glances about, pulling a small object from his pocket and pouring a golden fluid into his mouth. With a wipe of his lips and a tug of his beard, he sits down and leans back against the Reaper's frame.

"And if he's not? If he's... if he can help us?"

"Is that worth the risk?"