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The clank of armor is heard down the hallway, and a moment later the light from outside is blotted out as a man turns into the room. He looks to be in a mood most foul, the corners of his shirt and parts of his armor blackened as if by fire. Two greatswords of differing makes crisscross his back. He sees the gathering but doesn't approach, preferring the corner of the common room and the simple ability to listen. Any attempts to get him to come over will be met with a slight smile and a negating gesture. Friendly, but not social-able.