Albert reached into his pocket and pulled out the Ritual Scroll of Erupting Pillars. As he began to use it, the masked man whipped his dagger through the scroll, disrupting the process.

(Context: Older man experienced in combat) “Your arrogance will be your downfall. I don’t understand why you children rush off too early graves,” the homeowner said as he tightened the grip on his blade and stepped over the bag.

Having procured a place to sleep, the young man began the short process of unpacking. In addition to his tattered shirt and pants, he wore a thick cloak that shielded a bag. The bag contained a large assortment of used bottles, a broken grindstone, a half-used medical kit, and a scroll.