Moments later, a figure cloaked in a gothic multi-layered dress and covered in a dark cloak strode into the chamber, a silver necklace with a complicated symbol hanging on her chest, her hair a cascade of ethereal blonde, her eyes mirroring the same hue, piercing and unyielding.
Beside a weathered window stands another, his countenance a tableau of stoic detachment, his features chiseled, his gaze distant yet flickering with a hint of astonishment.
As her gaze met his, the woman's pupils dilated, delving into depths unseen, a silent assessment shrouded in mystery. She held the necklace in her hand as she muttered something softly her actions holding unknown intentions.
As the woman stood there her wary eyes scanned his body from top to bottom until it landed on his left hand “Are you injured?” The woman asked as he followed her gaze and looked at her hand “Yes” He answered in a detached manner as he raised it to observe it.
”Any other major injuries ?” she pressed
”No” he answered simply.
Suddenly a man with soft facial features wearing a black cloak entered the room a silver rapier hanging by his waist and a silver necklace adourning his neck this man donning short raven black hair had different coloured eyes a light blue right eye and a black left eye a countenance defying convention, he was shortly followed by a more mature looking elder wearing a similar cloak and necklace this fellow was holding a white box with a red crescent on it.
The two men stood side by side looking rather astonished by the scene in front of them, almost as if communicating their thoughts their astonishment turned into weariness and caution their reaction a result of unknown considerations.
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Suddenly the man with mismatched eye colors started muttering under his breath in a fast incomprehensible tone countless moving indescribable symbols started appearing in front of his left eye stacked upon one another increasing in number as his muttering grew more indistinct. “He has no evil intentions” The man suddenly spoke leaving the previous scene a passing daydream.
The blonde heaved a sigh of relief as the elder’s expression became warm he looked at the left hand of the cold-looking young man and raised the box in his left hand
“Let me give you first aid.” he said warmly
“Sure” He answered nonchalantly as if unconcerned by the matter.
The elder quickly disinfected the wound and wrapped it in a bandage the young man was then led out of the room to regroup with the rest of the squad.
As the group got closer a tall man stepped out of the crowd, even tho wearing the same uniform as his companions he stood out like a sore thumb his gaze stern and commandeering giving an oppressive aura and exuding authority. The man had a dagger hanging by his waist sheathed in a leather cover, as he looked at the unmoving young man resembling a Greek statue he unsheated his dagger and walked towards him with purpose.