The side door to the servants quarters slammed open as wind and rain blew inside in a torrent of natures fury. He emerged from the darkness with a soft clinking sound as the scales of his armor touched together with each footstep. He stood there covered in a dark brown hooded cloak and stepped inside, each step having the same sound echo in the night.<br/><br/>He closed the door behind him and then reached upwards, pulling a thin cord to let the knot come undone and then with one smooth motion he pulled the entire thing off of his body. Beneath it was a stunningly handsome man with long jet black hair and stunning blue eyes. He was dressed in scale mail armor, painted black and that seemed to sparkle as the fire's light hit it. His clothes seemed much like him, eloquent and graceful. A mix of white and blue colors accented the shirt and pants which in turn created a heavy contrast and made many look to his face. On his back was a bastard sword, slung from left to right and intricately sculpted to be a work of art even in its mediocrity.<br/><br/>Without a thought he placed the old cloak upon a stand, letting it drip dry by the fire and he stood in front of it. His armored hands moved forward to feel the heat of the fire. After near an hour roaming the grounds while looking for trouble he found that even he needed some time to warm himself by the fire. So far it seemed like an easy job, just stand around and watch and should someone get rowdy he would most likely have the element of surprise.<br/><br/>After a few moments he looked back at the others in the room, most of them were slaves, the lowest of societies rungs but then he spied the white haired beauty in the back, stretching and preparing herself.<em>"What better way to warm oneself then by the side of a woman."</em>he thought as he approached her. When in arms length he spoke softly "Would you care for some assistance, my lady?"