tristan instinctively reached over to scratch an itch on his arm, but was blocked by the armored layer that was permanently bound to his body. he smacked the deep blue, almost black, armor until the itch was satisfied. his eyes darted about, hidden from view by the visor that protected his face, glancing at the rooms occupants. (if anyones wondering, his armor looks kind of like oldschool style armor. like the stereotypical knight)