It's late, and Agravain's out wandering. He deals with Mansion life fairly well, all things considered, but today is one of those days where he feels bored and restless. So he's grabbed his sword and gone walking out into the dark. Maybe he'll run into someone he can cut up into pieces for no apparent reason. He's in that kind of a mood.
He's been walking for some time, long enough to reach the cliffs. He's not paying all that much attention to his surroundings.
It's quiet, and the cool night air suits his mood.
He has absolutely no idea what he's about to run into.