(Alright Darian. Also, if it wasn't clear in the bio, Dusk doesn't like to digest, prefering to regurgitate his "victim". He'll only digest if it's wanted)<br/><br/>Dusk turns at the sudden voice. He sees a beautiful woman dressed in royal attire. The golden cogs betrayed it as Dashlund make. Always fine craftsmanship.<br/><br/>"Greetings," Dusk chuckled, his human face betraying his amusement. "I am Sir Knight Dusk Stygian, but no need for titles. I hate formalities. And you are?" Dusk was curious as to what sort of royalty this was.