Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180314033638

Being sheltered in armor from head-to-toe, if any emotion or particular expression were to intrude, it would be nigh impossible to see it. His arms crossed still, hearing the count speak of this primordial place carries interest, visible by the lift of his head.

Still, whatever question or opinion he may hold in his mind is shelved away, demonstrated by the lowering of his head. "I have but the basic knowledge of what they come from and why you seek their heads and it is likely to stay that way. But, from ancient to ancient, I will my aid to this endeavor brought to you. My yearn to wash myself in a vestige of the past brings me here, and it seems to align with the death sentence you will upon those...spardha".