
An Elezen, known by some as Ghost Arrow stood on top of the roof of a nearby building close to the dock, he was wearing darkened leather armour complete with a hood pulled up over his head. The top half of his face was obscured by a black mask. “I’m not sure about this one... just seems like another stuffy noble to me, and believe me; I’ve met a fair few of them.†The man spoke into some kind of device. “Are you sure?†Ghost Arrow looked back across the dock again. “Well I’ll make sure she gets it, and don’t worry...†Ghost Arrow crossed his fingers behind his back. “I’ll be sure it’s nothing dramatic.â€Â