[i]A living soul was seen, however he did not come from the dojo. Rising from Dojoville was a male figure, neat, brown hair draped down over his forehead. He dressed rather strangely, wearing a black suit designed to look like a black arachnid; glowing red dots surrounded his extremely light armored chest plate, the rest of the suit being black. His left eye glowed an unnatural red, while his right eye was covered by his hair. The lower part of his face was then covered by a thin, long black scarf, which flowed around his body completely silently. At the figure's side were two daggers, each about ten inches long, and sharpened to look rather deadly. On his back were two items; one, a two foot long, red scimitar, the other a small, singlehanded, black compound crossbow. The bolts for the crossbow were hidden, although he no doubt had them. As he drew closer, something remained odd; his movements were with unnatural grace, and his footfalls were completely and utterly silent; if one were to close their eyes, they wouldn't know he was there. His presence, as well, was hidden, unnoticeable. When he finally came to a stop a few yards from the knight, the man pulled down his scarf, revealing his mouth, as well as parts of his tanned skin. He smiled politely at the knight.[/i] "How d'you do?" [i]He asked. His voice was smooth, not in the slightest bit awkward. However, there was something underneath the smooth, sociable voice; something empty, hollow.[/i]