David approached, he only stood at about 6 feet tall, looked to be in his early twenties. Not a scar on his face, nor wrinkle. His armor which was shaded to a white trimmed with gold gleamed. His dark brown hair was combed over for this meeting, his eyes a greyish-blue like a stormcloud, but today, they were more blue. "Hello, Armillion," David adressed. By his tone of voice, he was very serious, his eyes stared over the king. He stood still, refusing to bow.