A new Outrealm, a new- yet same, world to visit. Arkus journeyed his way to Ylisstol, hoping that here he would find the person he was looking for. As he walked through the palace courtyard he looked around for any noticeable differences between his world and this. Suddenly he felt a something bump against his chest. Looking down he saw a woman with raven black hair, and papers scattered everywhere. "Gods I'm so sorry!" He quickly bent down to help her pick up her papers. "Are you alright?!"
‘Watch where you’re going!’ would have been something Amelia snarled up if it were to be a hard impact. But fortunately, it was a soft clash, between her and… a man’s chest. “Y-Yes, quite,” she replied, adjusting her fuzzy graze at his upper torso. Graced in front of her eyes was a nice figure, with big toned muscles that shows the result of someone who would work out diligently. To put in comparison, strikes similarity with someone she knows from camp– Frederick. In fact, she hadn’t seen anyone like this but the Great knight in his fitness hour.
Then it came to the young woman that she had been staring at him for a whole minute now. Talk about etiquette and mannerism. “–Shoot! Right- uh, thank you,” she said in a hurried tone as she darted her eyes away, thus noticed his attire instead. Black, purple, gold, with obvious embroidery of the Plegian pattern. Though the shape and form of his clothing was not of dark mages and sorcerers, but something more like what she’s wearing.
Attire… of a tactician.
Could he be?
“My apologies, I didn’t see the path behind all these papers,“ she said, gripping the other jumbled half of scrolls that didn’t fall on the ground. Looking down eyes to eyes, she met a new face. “Haven’t seen you around before,” Amelia commented.