Wylder wore a blue tunic adorned with arcane sigils over sleek, medium armor. The wing motifs flanking their helmet mark him as a swift and resourceful champion. armed with Wylder's Greatsword, Wylder's Small Shield, and a Chalice for Wylder's relics, his left armguard armament is propelled cross stake.

Memories of a sister he no longer remember from forlorn times flickered slightly in his mind, a swordsman that had defied death at every turn, with his sixth sense heightened, he swore to avenge the night in the name of his massacred tribe..

He was seated on the rubbled ruins of what was the round table's gathering area, he was sharpening his Greatsword with the whetstone, as he saw his fellow Nightfarer approach he said without turning.

"When do we hunt?."