Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-24438639-20150408141403

Blade grabbed a corner in the room, the majority of the refugees stayed away from the armored warrior who did not strike exactly as a warming fellow.

Pulling a sword from his back and a stone he began to menochantly sharpen his blade, it gleamed with perfection clearly being of extreme high quality and sharpness as he cleaned it different marks could be seen on the blade, they were faint white scratches not affecting its strength or sharpness instead simply working as a tally. Seeing the blade from afar revealed its entirity covered in the scratches probally rangin from 80-100 on each individual side. Though its real nature was that of a death tally, each man  struck down by his Blade.

This knowledge however was unknowst to his current host and the majority of the people, but acted as crule remainer to Blade. Taking of his mask after sheathing the blade revealed his still bruised face though the majority of the swelling and deeper bruising had gone away. His eyes glowed slightly due to the light and his pale skin gave him almost a vampiristic aspect though this was for naught. Pulling back his red cloak revealed much longer hair than anticipated when looking at the warrior, its still wet from having frozen during his trek only to be melted in the heat of the hall. But its length appeared to be more or less shoulder length. Pulling back his hair he commodated it to fit better behind his hood before pulling it back up, glancing at the refugees staring at him, he pulled out a knife and stabbed it into the ground the intention simple. Touchc him and he would respond accordingly.

With that Blade layed back and awaited J´Zargos response to his request of a small elite expedition team.