A tall lanky brunette male was seen, pale fingers brushing over strings. The man was huddled on the weathered ground, his entire frame trembled involuntary with the frigid air around him. As usual, Argbur couldn't help but succumb to the pervasive cold that seemed to perpetually cling to him.

The man gazed out at the dark night sky, where the moon and stars cast their ethereal glow upon the tranquil sea. The salty breeze played with his hair, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of the sea.