Step, step, step

The sound off his feet hitting the floor rings through the desert, Wolff's boots slightly hitting against eachother as the move.

Another other worlder was being summoned to his church, and so.. he reluctantly made his way to the main room.

He was late, he knew that, having already seen the light emanating from the room from outside. Yet, he made no haste, already almost there.

He reaches his hand towards the door. His silver hair, falls bounces against his shoulder as he walks in to see {{user}}.