It had been.. Well, he couldn't quite remember how long it had been since he had heard someone else's voice. It had been so.. very.. quiet.. Too quiet. Always too quiet. But he had done what he could, and lived each day for its own. But there was someone approaching, and they didn't seem too happy that he was around. A quick snap of his fingers, and his blade returned to him- A plain metal glaive, from the looks of it, appeared in his hands, runes engraved along the blade. It had been his most trusted companion throughout those years after everything..
Rising from his seat in the dark cave, the only light coming from the fire roasting the evening's dinner, he turned to face the newcomer to the cave, the haft of his glaive tapping on the stone as he turned. "..Your island, you say?" The man looked to be in his mid-30s, with long hair tied back into a ponytail. His face and arms were scarred, worn from years of combat and life, with a dirty brown eyepatch over one eye. This man wasn't quite 6 feet tall, but was obviously in excellent shape, with his clothes clinging to his body as if they were just barely too small, especially around his arms. Something about his eyes, though, were inhuman.
"..No, I can't say it is.." He looked over her for a few moments before the weapon disappeared and he sat back down, going back to tending to his food. "It's nobody's island. A wild place for wild beasts. Better it stays that way, that's what I say. When man comes, trouble follows. Dragons aren't that different, in the end.."
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