Putting one in mind of the opening of a coffin lid. The air took on a distinct chill and became edged with blue ice crystals that hung in a fine swirling mist. There in the doorway stood the outline of a figure. It was wrapped against the cold in a long black cape; a shroud like cowl covering it's head. It carried a scythe. The black cloak billowed as the figure stalked into the Mended Drum. Suddenly, everyone's teeth felt on edge. They all took a step back.

But alas, the chilling effect was rather dimmed when, the black robed figure tripped on the hem of his cape, the scythe skitted across the floor, his feet flew up into the air and he landed with a resounding thud, sprawling on the floor.

And as his head cracked into the dull wood, he said..."Owwwwwwwwwwwwww CRAP!"