The rouge half-elf looks at the person sitting next to him. The silver haired halfling was dressed in clad dark light enchanted armor. A silver moon medallion around Zerith’s neck. A dagger shown at his hip, but many throwing knives and smoke bombs under his hooded cloak. His pointed ears had a few silver earring in. The left side of his face scarred with dark magic that it made his icy blue eye pitch black.

“You have five seconds to move from that seat. Or you will have another hole.”