Wait?

[fleet_st_todd]

Mr. Todd slips a folded silver razor into a sheath on his belt as he steps through a nexus portal. His dark eyes dart around suspiciously for a moment before seeing the blinding sign. He reads it, his lips moving slightly as he does so and he thinks a moment.

"Why wait?" He asks as he straightens the sleeve of the overshirt he's wearing so that it covers the cotton sleeve of the shirt below which seems to have a red substance on it.

((I have to go out for a few hours. I'll reply later. Thanks for the warm welcome!))