Jabor kept seated. He wasn't going to leave. "I, for one have faith in this... counsil. As any good warlord should know, unity is strength. I do not know what our enemy is, but I have a feeling telling me we would know soon enough." As Jabor stopped speaking, another voice, seemingly coming from every direction, intervened. "You are indeed right! This enemy is old, much older than any of you! I have come to you with a warning! Ancient powers are awakening, powers you cannot even dream of! The time of destiny is at hand, and yet only you, young ones, are the ones to see it." From the shadows, a cloaked man emerged. His clothes were worn and dirty, and he was leaning to a traveller's staff. He looked poor and ragged, but power was radiating from his presence.