[Poggio]

Eillaf.

He rubbed his hands greedily, at the feast before him. He watched as his specter friend roamed around the after math of the wreckage. There wasn’t much left, nothing that others deemed of value, but to Eillaf they were perfect. His hands rummaged over a piece of stray fabric. He plucked it off the ground giving it a once over. His eyes peered over at his friend sniffing the bloodstained bodies on the ground. A pair of thick jaws clamped on to an object lifting it into space so that Eillaf could see. He wondered over to the floating object. It was a nice knife something that he could pawn in town. He tucked it away in the nest of his arm along with the other goods he found. This is splendid, he said more to himself then two his friend. You shouldn’t be so happy about these strange occurrences. Eillaf scoffed leave it to his friend to ruin his happy mood. When Eillaf had a satchel full of miscancellous items that he felt were of worth he headed towards the nearest town.

(( I hope this is alright I am not quite sure what the plot is ))