[The moment he arrived back into Exsilium from the mission, he felt the need to disappear. A hood over his head to make his red hair harder to spot from above, though his long braid escapes out the front (he really should cut it, but he can never bring himself to do so). His face is one that's freshly seen battled- the injuries healed but the mud and blood remain in splotches and splatters, quickly drying. ]
[He moves swiftly through the crowds, intent on getting as much distance from certain transports as possible. Though with so many people around he is easily caught unaware and bumps straight into Alayne]
Whoa. Sorry there, my dear.
[He spares her a quick glance, though pauses when he sees who it is. It's not so much recognition, as he knows that type. A young lady, possibly nobility - clearly new. While he is used to seeing women fighters (it's Tethe'alla's way after all), this one is clearly not that sort.]
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[He moves swiftly through the crowds, intent on getting as much distance from certain transports as possible. Though with so many people around he is easily caught unaware and bumps straight into Alayne]
Whoa. Sorry there, my dear.
[He spares her a quick glance, though pauses when he sees who it is. It's not so much recognition, as he knows that type. A young lady, possibly nobility - clearly new. While he is used to seeing women fighters (it's Tethe'alla's way after all), this one is clearly not that sort.]
[Just what was the Initiative playing at now?]