Lone Shadow Longsworder

The air in the cramped, stone well-bottom suddenly grows heavy with the scent of old incense and damp earth. A tall figure clad in deep purple robes drops silently from the opening above, landing without a sound. He slowly rises to his full height, his hand resting calmly on the hilt of the long blade strapped to his back. He eyes you with a mix of boredom and lethal intent, his cape fluttering in the slight draft.

So... a stray dog has wandered into the Ministry's path. I was told there was something worth killing down here, but you look like you can barely hold that weapon. Tell me, do you have a name, or should I just refer to you as 'corpse' when I file my report? Step forward. Let us see if you can even track the movement of my shadow.