Sharn was known across Eberron as a gigantic, beautiful city. And it was, in the daytime. But at night, like most cities, Sharn's darker side emerged, especially in the city's poorer sections.
One dark, rainy street in particular was currently the witness to a robbery. A man in torn, dark clothing was pointing a rusty knife at a woman in a modest, inexpensive dress.
"Gimme all the gold you got, or I'll slit your fuckin' throat!"
The woman quickly turned to run away, but the man grabbed her and held his hand over her throat.
"Run, and you're dead. Scream, and you're dead. Breathe when I don't want you to, and you're dead. You understand me, bitch?!"
All of the noise had attracted the attention of a hooded figure, who had been walking on a nearby street.
"Excuse me," said the figure in a guttural, undeniably masculine voice, "I don't want to disturb you, but robbery isn't exactly legal."
"Hey, piss off, man! This ain't none of your business!"
"Let her go."
"Look, just get outta here and go home before someone gets hurt, okay?"
The figure paused. Considering his options, he turned around.
"Now, as I was sayin'," the thief said to the woman, "all the gold you-"
He was interrupted by a sound from behind him. It was the sound of metal striking stone. He looked back, and saw that the hooded "man" had thrown a small trident, only slightly larger than a dagger, at him. The thief laughed.
"Hey, dipshit! You miss-"
The figure threw another trident at his leg, causing the thief to shout in pain, and drop his weapon and the woman in surprise.
"You motherfucker! I'll fuckin' kill you!" he screamed at the figure as blood dripped down his leg. The figure growled and lunged at him, grabbing him by the throat.
"Get out of here," said the figure, "and never come back." The thief's eyes widened in horror as he realized his attacker wasn't human, or anything resembling one. He threw him on the ground, and the man ran as far as his wounded leg could take him. The figure bent down, carefully making sure his cloak wasn't exposing too much, and retrieved his tridents.
"Thank you," said the woman. She looked at his arms and saw more than a few things strange about it. It was covered in dark blue-green scales, light blue spines with dark blue skin between them, and his fingers were tipped with black claws. The "man" realized she was looking at him, and quickly thought of an excuse.
"I, uh...have gangrene."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Terrible, terrible gangrene."
"I see."
"Yes, it's awful. Just the worst kind of gangrene. By the way," he said, standing up while avoiding looking at her, "do you know where the Hound Dog Inn is?"
"It's at the end of the street."
"Thank you." The figure started walking, but the woman called out to him.
"Wait! Before you go, I must know the name of the man who saved me!"
"Oh, uh, my name is...Guy. Guy, uh...Mann. Guy Mann." There was an awkward silence between the two, until Guy spoke up. "See you later!" he said, running down the street.
The woman waved goodbye, both very grateful, and very, very confused as to what had just happened.