Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-24280666-20170113145035

"Tilting at the farms a passing, who can the brave old horseman be?" he continued singing, in a hallowing chilled voice, bringing his horse to a halt before Aia.

Hopping off his horse, the figure drew two black daggers, which had wisping black mist encasing them.

"The more important question is, who are you?" the voice was distant and hollow, yet seemed to be pleasant, in an odd way.