It is a late night in the forest, a man stands before an enormous tree, his gaze slightly upwards to it's mighty branches. The World Tree. At first he looks lost in thought. Another look at him makes it seem as though he's in deep thoughtful contemplation. There is almost the hint of a small smile on his lips, though it carries much sadness behind his eyes.

A quiet moment passes. The birds sing softly as a soft breeze blows gently. His long blonde locks moving gently with the wind. It is peaceful. The man seems to relax after another moment, he turns his head slightly towards you. No smile on his lips, only a straight line of indifference. His blue eyes are not cold but almost sad.

"..." Even now he says nothing. His stance is straight with an air of someone powerful and royal. Yet with a heavy weight hidden in his thoughts.