[ The hooded assailant Ardyn pursues is seems to be one of intense focus. He is quick, nimble, maneuvering between his fellow bandits with careful precision — and necessary precision. It becomes abundantly clear that the man’s primary task is to escape with Nithor’s skull, as he targets only the guards around the caravan.
He slits a guardsman’s throat before he could cry for reinforcements from the ongoing battle, throwing open the door of the prize carriage. The glass casing surrounding the skull shatters shortly afterward, leaving the thing exposed and easy for the taking — yet the bandit’s hands still around it. He swallows.
Whatever will that brought him here seems to have left him when face with the artifact, and being consumed in whatever thoughts it has brought on, he leaves himself more vulnerable than he realizes.]
ARDYN IZUNIA
He slits a guardsman’s throat before he could cry for reinforcements from the ongoing battle, throwing open the door of the prize carriage. The glass casing surrounding the skull shatters shortly afterward, leaving the thing exposed and easy for the taking — yet the bandit’s hands still around it. He swallows.
Whatever will that brought him here seems to have left him when face with the artifact, and being consumed in whatever thoughts it has brought on, he leaves himself more vulnerable than he realizes.]