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[h3]Armend Kinora ⚔[/h3][/center]

[indent]From his self-loathing place on the ground, he had missed the clinquant ocean. He stood to his boots, scratched his head and wondered. [color=orange][i]H-How did I miss this?[/i][/color] Suddenly he wasn't as hot as before, his skin was still sticky with heat but now he felt the ocean's wet-whisper on his skin. 

The young boy who was annoyingly eager for his arrival had led him to some pretty big shack. Armend followed casually, his hands locked behind his head as he took glances at his surroundings. There were elderly people everywhere. The few young people he had spotted weren't capable of stealing a kiss, forget wielding a blade or hunting monsters. 

[color=orange][b]"Hey kid-"[/b][/color] he blurted, wondering just whose home he was banging on.

When the door opened to revealed tanned-skinned girl with an eye-patch on. Armend raised a brow, cupped his chin in his hand, and glanced her up and down. She wasn't anything special. Her appearance told stories of hardship and callous work. It invoked some form of respect... or pity. As she stared, he fitted on his shirt and strode pass her into the shack. He pressed his hand firm against his head, poked his chin out a bit out of habit, looking near condescending, and smiled a princely, powerful, grin.

[color=orange][b]"I'm just gonna be blunt here, Pops, this shabby little village needs a Hunter, right? well look me up and down, inspect me, tell me you don't see greatness in these eyes of mines."[/b][/color]     [/indent]