Darrin
The morning sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room as Bicco rose from his bed, his movements slow and deliberate. With a weary sigh, he stretched his tired limbs, feeling the stiffness of age protesting against the passage of time. Yet, despite the aches and pains that plagued his aging body, there was a sense of purpose that stirred within him, driving him to face the challenges of the day ahead.

Descending the creaky stairs of his farmhouse, Bicco made his way to the kitchen, the familiar clatter of pots and pans echoing in the stillness of the morning. With practiced hands, he set about preparing his breakfast, the savory aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh eggs filling the air. As he ate, he savored each bite, finding comfort in the simple pleasures of a hearty meal.

But before he could even finish his meal, a strange sensation pricked at the back of Bicco's mind, a feeling of being watched. With a furrowed brow, he set his fork down and rose from the table, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Instinctively, his hand drifted to the hilt of his sword, a massive blade forged in the fires of a distant forge, its gleaming surface etched with runes of power and wisdom.

Approaching the door with caution, Bicco's heart quickened with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. With a deep breath, he swung the door open, ready to confront whatever danger may lie on the other side. But to his surprise, standing before him was an old friend, their presence both unexpected and welcome.

"Tarin Vo," Bicco exclaimed, a hint of confusion tinging his voice. "It's been a century since I last laid eyes on you. How is it that you look exactly as you did all those years ago?"
Douglas
The night had past into day by the time Tarin truly noticed he hadn't slept at all. He'd spent several hours doing nothing but thinking and staring into the stars- he's gonna feel that at some point day. His powerful senses alerted him to Bicco waking up, first hearing the heartbeat increase- feeling the vibrations of his steps, smelling the breakfast he made for himself. It was all there to Tarin, the almost instant location of anyone or anything he wanted, his senses constantly keeping him aware of everything around him.

"*Sounds like he noticed... Haven't lost your edge yet old man?*" He'd heard the blade unsheathe, a weapon of terrifying power wielded by and equally dangerous man was coming out to see if anything was out of the ordinary... Hopefully he recognizes his old friend.

Standing up with a swift motion Tarin took a single step to the door right as Bicco pulled it open, giving a small smile to his old friend to show him he was indeed here in peace. "***Ser Bicco,***" He said with a small chuckle. "***It's a long story old friend, care to talk over tea? I could use a drink.***"

It was at that time Tarin's attire became much more apparent to Bicco, tattered or damaged in various locations with dried blood speckled about. He looks as if he'd just come from a hell of a fight, or, was here with a darker purpose.
Darrin
Ser Bicco greeted his old friend with a mixture of surprise and warmth, his weathered features softening at the sight of Tarin's familiar smile.

However, even as he exchanged pleasantries with Tarin, a nagging sense of unease gnawed at the back of Ser Bicco's mind. There was something off about Tarin's appearance, a subtle shift in demeanor that set his instincts on edge.

Before Ser Bicco could fully process his suspicions, he leaned in for a heartfelt embrace, his arms wrapping around Tarin in a gesture of friendship and camaraderie. But as they drew close, a surge of primal energy coursed through Ser Bicco's veins, his muscles tensing as he summoned forth his formidable magic. With a primal roar, he unleashed a torrent of fiery energy, sending Tarin reeling backward with a resounding blast.

As the flames danced and crackled around them, Ser Bicco fixed Tarin with a steely gaze, his voice cold and unyielding. "How dare you wear the face of a man I once knew," He growled, the intensity of his fury burning bright in his eyes.