The Maceman stalks across the campsite, he is as pale as snow, with long, dark brown hair. In the morning sun, he is gradually becoming translucent, and by mid-day will be almost completely invisible. A sidar only truly appears like a natural creature on a moonless night, while all the stars are obscured by clouds, and in these circumstances, who can see him anyway? In his right hand he carries a wooden mace with a stone head, and he wears only black rags.
He reaches the group, and begins to speak.
''These herbs seem familiar to me, perhaps I have come across them on my long travels through this land. As all know, red is the colour of danger, warning, and herbs of such a colour should be treated with caution. Druids often dabble in poisons, so perhaps these are such. We must be cautious as to who these are given to. We can trust no one. Diamondeye is a lizardman, known to be unintelligent and carnivorous, what would it know about herbs?''
