(Sorry took me a little to reply... adicted to ths game that takes a lot of time to play :/)<br/>(Btw.. I forgot to mention he has his hood on usually unless he knows hes alone.)<br/><br/>Hawker was finally surprised to meet people... bandits of all people. Hawker looked behind him, hearing them shout at him and he soon turned around aswell. He closed the journal, sighing as he put it away. Bandits to him were worth nothing... they thought they might be good enough to be as bad as the horde of demons taking over land and creatures alike. He rest his hand on the hilt of his sheathed weapon, taping his claws on it. "Hmm? My friends. May you need something from this... 'One'." He asked, his words were calm as ever, acting almost as if he had no clue what they might be. Hawker would not attack unless struck or swung at first...