wallachianbetrayer asked:
"Hm." A smile curved onto those pale features. His tall form looming, while both arms reached back to curl and lace together behind the mans back. "My name is Yorik, young man. You happen to hold the same feel and smell that clung to Darck. So, who are you?"
Well, that settled it. He officially did not like this man. He stood, although his height wasn’t impressive, and leveled his gaze at the man, keeping eye contact.
“Someone who thinks your introductions need a bit of work. Where is she?”
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