[The sound drags across his senses. He winces and follows it. The man that comes into view is tall and moves like a trained swordsman. His long fiery red hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Scars mar his hands. He is a tired man, his mind a carefully constructed cage to hold his mix of emotions inside.
Dark clothes, making him stand out even further against the backdrop of the desert.]
If you would like, I can assist in putting an edge on that.
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Dark clothes, making him stand out even further against the backdrop of the desert.]
If you would like, I can assist in putting an edge on that.