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— Hokkaido —[/center]

His body language betrayed no notice of the clowns words aside from a slight change in direction towards the north. Instead he glanced at his traveling companion and noted her change in appearance. Rook decided that her armour was some sort of magical construct and that the girl was some sort of spellcaster.

He also noticed that her clothing was entirely inappropriate to the weather. Rook unfastened his cloak from around his neck. In deference to the colour scheme of her armour, he shook it to reveal a red and black lining where it was once the grey of the outside. The knight held it out and asked a question.

[color=#AA3333]"I think that we will have to rely on each other for the time being at least. People call me Tyrant. Do you have a name?"[/color]

The armour under the cloak was hard edged and covered with the patina of age except where marred more recent strikes. The mask that covered his face and distorted his voice was held on by leather straps that were half covered by his black hair. He hunched his shoulders with the cold and ducked his head to keep the bare metal away from any exposed skin.

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