<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/><br/>A young lad, no older than early twenties turns around around with a conflicted face looking at the doorway the group of four were hiding in, and with a quick glance back to another man on the wall he hops down and slings his bow over his back.<br/><br/>He stood about six foot tall with brown shoulder length curly hair and a small scar on his left cheek. Without worry and concern he walked into the room where everyone was hiding and offers a concerned smile towards Risti.<br/><br/>"....what are you doing here? This is a really bad time.""<br/></tt></strong></span></span></div>