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The drifter clad in rust and soot simply lifts a blood stained sword hilt in one hand, the blade completely missing as isaac gets a good look at the rusted red tinge with black, singed edges of the wordless wanderer's apparel, denoting mixes of large blasts with a long, drawn out, and bloody combat before the drifter simply lets his arm fall back to his side before continuing walking, his hood and cloak keeping him free from the sun's rays while the bits of old helmet poking out from under the cloth hide all but his eyes in conjunction with his scarf. The drifter simply keeps walking with the insect's question responded to, wandering aimlessly at a slow, deliberate pace, his path set without his consent.