[That helmeted head lifts, even before Gan Ning speaks up, having heard the sound of someone else's feet against the wood planks to signal that he isn't the only one here. Instinctively a hand goes for the hilt of the sword behind him, and seeing as how the other man is armed, there's no hesitance in drawing it forth from its sheath.
A slow breath is all that's released within that mask. He needs to calm himself down, gather his thoughts. An eerie red glow seems to emanate subtly from the darkly clad figure like a sickly aura.]
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A slow breath is all that's released within that mask. He needs to calm himself down, gather his thoughts. An eerie red glow seems to emanate subtly from the darkly clad figure like a sickly aura.]