It was Luthor's pitiful misfortune that had caught him in such a horrible downpour and he was moving through the woods with the interest of finding shelter. His hopes during the din of the lightning and rains came to fruition when he saw the tower in the distance and made a run for it as he was desperate not to get caught in this rain anymore. He was sick of being drenched to the bone and he was also worked about getting baked whole by the lightning itself. A long spiked chain was looped around the back of his neck at the center to avoid hurting himself with the spiked ends at the front of his chest protected by his chain shirt. At his right hip was a two handed flail and he gave a gasp when he stopped his dash.<br/><br/>As he caught his wind he looked about and realize now there was more then one person there looking straight at him. Glassy hazel eyes peered back at the others that looked like they were in the same boat as him. Crowing his head was a short military cut of dusk brown hair with a slightly tanned complexion. Remaining silent for the moment and he wrung his cloak out he gave a pause<strong>"Guess the lot of you we're also victims of circumstance eh?"</strong>