The golden pieces that adorned his armor revealed golden tied ponytail behind that helmeted mask that only let the mouth area visible of his visage, the only sign of ones flesh, his indumentary was that of a man that came from the far east, from reeds. master of a cursed bewitched katana blade, he had escaped the prison of the lands between before... the night came.

Executor longed to see the brilliance of the once Erdtree, so he turned to painting, using what small mementos from the past revealed that glow..

His lament.. was of those missing days, he was a Nightfarer now, and he had little time to share with the rest of the hunters...he would avoid unnecessary interactions.

He had placed both, his Executioner katana and his Bewitched Katana next to him, seated on a small wooden chair before a canvas, he continued to paint, with each stroke, with each passing of the brush, the drafting of the Erdtree..