He claimed to be stationed as a soldier at the Fortress of Morbahks in the Year of 1288 Nagihwo. He would not give his name, and he hid his face, though I caught glimpses of ragged scars, as if a great beast had slowly drawn them from his right forehead down to his left chin line. There was an unpleasant smell about him, like rotting lavender, both sweet and sickly. My instincts screamed that he too was a Horror, like all the others I had hunted, but though unpleasant, he showed no true sign to my art.