Two black robed, dark hooded figures stood with their wands raised in the forest near Ottery St. Catchpole. Opposite of them stood four masked people, with glinting swords drawn. Moonlight was making this look like a fearsome place where you would not like yourself to be found in. The five swordhandlers were wearing tight leather outfits, by their silhouettes you would say two of them were male, the other two females.