A white haired man slowly stepped off the boat, snow white eyes looking lazily around at the rusty castle where he had arrived. The air was stale with darkness, Â but it seemed not to deter him as he pressed off the boat onto the ground. The sheathe housing the 4 swords he brought with him rattled quietly strapped with multiple belts around his waist and lower back with each step of his boots. Right arm reaches behind grabbing the hilt of one, a retractable blade and briefly adjusting it. Not a word escaped his lips as he continued to look around, a sense of confusion on why he agreed to come in the first place.Â
"Well. . . . " he sighed deeply adjusting the fingerless raptorskin gloves he had on. "Place looks like shit. . . Surprise surprise. Â . ." He scoffed closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. A sense of annoyance in his tone as always.
"Well. . . . " he sighed deeply adjusting the fingerless raptorskin gloves he had on. "Place looks like shit. . . Surprise surprise. Â . ." He scoffed closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. A sense of annoyance in his tone as always.
