[PP-F7] Blood and Gold

[Zelrius 0]

Zelrius stood in the settlement of Nimbus, early today weird as it may seem. Rarely did the golden haired boy get up so early for anything other than a boss fight. With his arrogant smile no longer present under the skull of the Hydra and his Lord Blackfyre cloak keeping him warm in the midsts of the cold mountain tops, Zelrius had messaged a certain Commandant, of whom he had not spoken to in a bit of time.  The boy stared out over the fortress of a city that lay on top of Floor 7. Nimbus was an exceptionally quiet little location in the lower floors. Most people seemed to simply like the Winter Wonderland of Floor 4 more. To which, The Commandant couldn't blame them, Nimbus was crawling with guards and NPC soldiers at all times, like a Stronghold on the defensive side of some war. Over the Horizon, the sun rose, its orange light brightly piercing through the faint blue light that often loomed in the mornings. With a sigh he stood, his cloak flaring and revealing the two sheaths on either side of his body. Along with them, the pedant's jingling around his neck and his tuxedo becoming slightly ruffled. Now, the Golden haired boy awaited the Crimson hair, tall man he called friend.