until one particular day..... when the wind wailed like the Banshee and the sky boiled with storm clouds, there arrived a stranger. No heads turned as his passing, everyone looked past or through him and the villagers shuddered slightly as he walked to the tower.

A dirt stained coat hung from him, ragged hair hid his eyes from view (if you could have seen him) and in his right hand he carried (or did it carry him..?) a weathered oaken staff, taller than a man carved in runes long since forgotten........

if any had seen - they could not remember to tell you - the stranger walked up to the tower and passed through the walls.....