Rouxls was fiddling with his tricorne like pirate hat, whats the need?

A man that seemed to be stuck in a certain timeframe, but theres no reason to really try and upset him over something not that serious. After all, your feelings for his attire flucuated just looking at it.

You slowly came walking by, and he jumped up; towering over you with his sword in hand, what he’d probably refer to as a cutlass, assumable by his aura. “Thou shall not pass!”