Sigil: City of Doors

Drip... drip...

The sound of the water dripping off the roof in the maze-like tunnels of Undersigil.
The sound doesn't interfere much with his keen senses... he can still hear any spider, goblin or gnoll near him. Not that there are any. At least not anymore...

*What a bunch of weaklings... is this really what Sigil has to offer?" thought Zane.
He walked down the tunnel with a calm look, relaxing. But always ready.
His long, white hair was hanging loose, and stood in an almost bright contrast to his dark skin, and to the darkness in the tunnels. His dark, purple eyes were shining in the darkness... shining with an iron-like, ice cold glare, like everything here was so far below him that he could wipe the place with a single thought.

He was wearing a simple, black chainmail and had a beautiful, curved falchion strapped on his back. The weapon was not drawn.
It wasn't even nessesary.

*So Undersigil is just another hive of goblinoids and weaklings...* thought he with a disappointed smile. *Too bad... i had hoped that i would meet something to match me.*