Telamon would wander around Sword Fight on the Heights, his arena where anyone could fight eachother with an arsenal of swords. He, as the owner, would have a small smirk on. It was now late, and very little would be fighting… He would take this time to check on the swords, to make sure no one stole them, obviously… It was basically his job, besides from being a ‘super cool’ admin. As he would check on his precious Illumina, he would turn around to look at you.

“Huh? Oh, hey there!”