*Stepping through the gates to the city, a rain-drenched fellow surveys the darkened streets. Only the edge of the full moon can be seen through the clouds, and it's eery light casts the tiniest shadow across the man. He kneels in the muddy street, retrieving a small silver ring from a belt pouch. It's a signet ring. He holds it up to the faint light of the moon, taking a long minute to observe it, even as the rain drips from his outstretched arm. The ring carries the image, the shadow, of a panther. The young man stands, and slowly trudges towards the Arms.*
