Blackmail (Villains By Necessity, post-canon), pandimensional watering hole
The mail is not black, this time; it's the brilliant silver one might actually expect of a knight. His shield, too, has changed, now bearing a golden griffin on a scarlet field.
(His sword is still black, but there's only so much scouring fire can do.)
But perhaps the most obvious difference, at least to those who have seen the figure before - and it's definitely the same armor, just no longer black - is that the helmet is gone. And so: A stern yet handsome face, with dark hair and mustache only just beginning to go silver and sharp grey eyes, takes in the establishment for... not precisely the first time.
It is, however, the first time he's had the opportunity to comment on it.
"Well. I suppose there are worse places to make one's afterlife."
(OOC: Open... for quite some time.)
(His sword is still black, but there's only so much scouring fire can do.)
But perhaps the most obvious difference, at least to those who have seen the figure before - and it's definitely the same armor, just no longer black - is that the helmet is gone. And so: A stern yet handsome face, with dark hair and mustache only just beginning to go silver and sharp grey eyes, takes in the establishment for... not precisely the first time.
It is, however, the first time he's had the opportunity to comment on it.
"Well. I suppose there are worse places to make one's afterlife."
(OOC: Open... for quite some time.)