[SOMEONE is down in Kowloon where they aren't supposed to be!! Which is very funny considering the person Therion speaks to looks like the epitome of someone who would, in fact, live in Kowloon.
A very tall--man?--head to toe in black. Black fitted leather, a long black cape, a black HAT! The only thing visible about him is his unnaturally beautiful and equally as unnaturally pale face beneath the hat and between the curtain of dark hair.
A pair of rust-colored eyes regard the dagger with a surprisingly clinical glance. It isn't anything like the long sword hanging from his own back.
In a soft, deep voice oddly unfitting for some beautiful DND goth, he says:]
🧍♂️...
A very tall--man?--head to toe in black. Black fitted leather, a long black cape, a black HAT! The only thing visible about him is his unnaturally beautiful and equally as unnaturally pale face beneath the hat and between the curtain of dark hair.
A pair of rust-colored eyes regard the dagger with a surprisingly clinical glance. It isn't anything like the long sword hanging from his own back.
In a soft, deep voice oddly unfitting for some beautiful DND goth, he says:]
They're marked up, but you will need it here.