[h3][b][u]A HERO OF THE AGES![/u][/b][/h3]

There was that blinding light. That beautiful glow of red that engulfed the room. It was a slow fade till there was merely a man, sitting in the center. He sat in a slouch, on his rear, one leg kicked out, and the other held closer to his chest, knee holding up his arm. Between his arm and body though, was a spear that stretched almost ten feet long, far taller than the man who held it. It was resting at an angle, so as to not slice into the ceiling as the man stirred. Clearly having been comfy for a moment. 

But his posture was not the thing that should have drawn Sophia's eyes first. It was his outfit, to a degree of course. A strange purple garment that wrapped around his hands and arms, and covered his face and features. The only visible hair that managed to stick out between the purple bandages was white. Like fresh snow from a mountain. The rest of his outfit though, which covered his chest and legs, was clearly old fashioned. Humble maybe, but with a regal look to it. Semi-long robes, which draped over him in a kingly manner, with a touch of gold trim here and there. Were it not for the regal flares and spear though, it would not have been a stretch for the mage to think she had summoned an assassin, considering how slender and fit he seemed to be.

He stood, spear resting on his shoulders, and his hands holding on to each side. Finally, she could see his eyes. Blood red, as if cursed. 
[color=a187be]"It is a pleasure to meet you mage. I am a hero of the Lancer class."[/color] He said, bowing forward just a bit, careful not to knock over anything with his spear. [color=bc8dbf]"You may call me ▅▅▅▅."[/color] His true name but a whisper fit only for his summoner's ears. With a smile, Lancer let his spear vanish, dematerializing until he would need to call upon it later. 

[color=a187be]"Can I have your name?"[/color] Lancer said, curiosity getting the better of him. Who was this strange man? Everything about him was so... Polite, and well mannered. Hardly befitting a great hero who had seen battle. Or maybe, this was what a hero looked like? A strange man who hid all but his eyes and the odd patch of hair from the sun? Such an inconsistent feeling one could say. 

But before Sophia could reply to anything he had to say, Lancer was already moving around the room. Clearly getting his hands on anything that wasn't nailed down. In particular, the fridge was one of the first things he checked, pulling out a can of beer and stirring the can with a huff. [color=bc8dbf]"So much takeout. What a slob-ish lifestyle."[/color] But with that out of the way, he snapped open the beer, and raised the can to his lips. Moving only a bit of the purple bandages aside to make his possible. Drinking it down without a single word, and tossing the can easily into the nearest trashcan. [color=bc8dbf]"I will have to make cooking a minor task during my stay with you. I cannot have one of my citizens living on such a day to day basis."[/color]

Just what kind of person had she summoned?