Auron looked up towards the Lunatic Pandora, eyebrows knit in thought. It looked unassuming but he knew better than to underestimate the dangers that could be within. He stepped forward methodically as if an enemy could appear at a whim or as if a trap could be sprung.
The other man struck Auron as slightly odd but wholly mysterious. His outfit, to the guardian, was overly ornate, as was his sword. Such jewels and veils served no purpose according to him except for show. But he would withhold further judgment; this world was full of surprises, people included.
"What sort of thing, Marquis?" he asked over his shoulder.
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Date: 2011-01-21 12:31 am (UTC)The other man struck Auron as slightly odd but wholly mysterious. His outfit, to the guardian, was overly ornate, as was his sword. Such jewels and veils served no purpose according to him except for show. But he would withhold further judgment; this world was full of surprises, people included.
"What sort of thing, Marquis?" he asked over his shoulder.