Suddenly the skies opened forth with a thunderous roar as a ship erupted from the clouds above, skimmed along the treeline for the better half of a quarter mile before settling down in a clearing. The arrival of such a vessel disturbed the wildlife in all directions, birds fleeing from their treetop havens while the beasts below scurried for safety from the artificial monster that had arrived from the stars. In the clearing all way quiet, steam rising from the cooling metal of the vessel that had previously been heated to extreme temperatures during entrance of Dathomir's atmosphere. The silence was broken as the boarding ramp of the ship opened with a creak and a groan before setting onto the ground with a soft squish followed by the thunderous footsteps as a man clad in black robes trimmed with maroon descended the metal ramp to stand upon the damp soil. His face was obscured by a large cowl, but small traces of his facial appearance was revealed as he took note of his surroundings, allowing the setting sun to cast some light upon the darkness concealing him.
The ramp began to close behind him, and the man set off in a direction leading farther inland and away from the ocean. His sights set upon something in the far distance, a small collection of huts that could roughly be called a village was his goal. A village of the local Witches is what he sought, and his presence was concealed by both the night and the force as he approached. Little did he know of the girl with her two nexu in the opposite direction who may have spotted his arrival, and how much his own destiny would intertwine with her own.