And from that haze, a dark clad figure strode forth with an eerie slowness. In tatters of dark cloth of indeterminate color, it seemed to walk with a limp. From the orchestra, the sound of rattles, and the clackrum player turned the wheel of the wooden clapper, watching the dark figure move across the stage, and syncing his turn to the thump thump rhythm of the performer’s limp. The sound of death approaching.

Source: The Song of the Betrayer – Quatrian Folkways – Medium