Athinar walked blithely along a corridor blithely, sword sheathed. His leather coat hanging loosely around him, ending around the top of his inky black boots, which covered most of his shins. His katana was sheathed, hanging from his belt, and swung at his side. Pushing his jet-black hair to the side with a gloved hand, he studied the corridors with red eyes that seemed to mask something terrible beneath. However, in wandering such a place, one was bound to encounter another being. 

The darkness of the torches notwithstanding, Athinar was completely comfortable in the dimness, even if this form couldn't pierce through it entirely. Stepping past an opened, empty coffin, Athinar heard something. The opening of a door, too loud for even distance to mask. It came from... the left? Not entirely sure but still not caring, Athinar went to the left. It didn't matter which direction he took. He could map out the infinite corridors until this form died of starvation, and leave a cool skeleton behind. It'd be pretty metal.

When he reached the door, Athinar, hands in pockets, walked casually forward, and smirked, looking the hooded man over. Whatever he was here for, it involved violence. [i]Sounds fun.[/i]

[color=Red]"So, any particular reason for being here?"[/color]