[color=darkorange][center][h1]Mason Drake[/h1][/center][/color]
[hr][@Brithwyr][@Rai][@geurls]
Mason rode through the wood as fast as his steed could take him, low branches whipping his face and cutting his cheeks as he zoomed past tree after tree, his pace unfaltering. Though the ride took mere minutes, it felt as if it had stretched an eternity, as Mason reached the mouth of the cave, he swiftly leapt off Lulu's back [color=darkorange]"Stay here girl!"[/color] he nervously commanded as he sprinted into the cave.

As soon as he stepped foot inside the cave's vast interior, his worst fear had been confirmed; [b]SOMEONE ELSE WAS ALREADY HERE[/b], and from the sound of it, more than one. Swallowing, Mason raced toward the voices, going all about the cavern before reaching a bridge that led to a spiral staircase. Drawing Stonefang (the name he had come up with for his new blade), he flew up the staircase only to come face-to-face with three individuals; a small Oro girl covered with tattoos and wielding a large scythe, a Tyro that appeared to be a bandit, and a strange, tall, old woman, with spectral arms protruding from her back. 

Unsure of what to do, Mason took a combat stance, his stare shooting from figure to figure, ready for whatever was to come next.

[center][color=darkorange]"Soooo... uh-, a n y one willing to m-maybe talk things out?"[/color][/Center]