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Their greaves approached loudly under the sound of plate clashing with mail. Their black and crimson armor marked by agony and hate was showered with the recent spilling of gore from many things that used to breathe.
Their greaves approached loudly, crushing the snow that blanketed the streets of cobble and stone.
Oh, for now it has been a time since they had returned home and those who survived over the trying years of Ishgard welcomed them with open arms. In time; however, those who knew of their considerable reputation had also learned one disturbing difference. No one knew what happened to the knights whom once served the passed Inquisitor Maulcrioux during the initial Dravanian attack and though they were thought dead, the brothers had returned with a loathsome aurora that followed them wherever they tread.
This hour marked the brothers back from a successful hunt for the decapitated head of a wyvern swung to and fro, clenched under the sharp metal fingers of Xydane Vale. Held with a deathly grip by the older brother was also a woolen sack of unknown contents that dripped many crimson drops onto the white snow, leaving a trail that distinct the Vale Brothers' return.
As soon as they both entered the city, the brothers parted ways for reports of their hunt were to be made to certain imposing individuals somewhere in different parts of Ishgard. Time had shortly passed and Xydane had managed to find himself staring at some interest of a rather large crowd.
Forcing his way pass unknowing adventurers, travelers, and citizens of Ishgard, the knight came to a halt within some 20 yards away from where the short and somewhat tensed scenario took place. The wyvern's head was dropped onto the ground, forcing a sound that mixed flesh, stone, snow, and bone to be heard by all.
His dreadful helm, forged with revulsion, stared coldly at those that surrounded the area.
The Merciless had seen everything.