Let the Festivities Begin

He arrived in silence, wanting to have some fun after a long while of being away from public eyes. He only focused in his duties and training, finding life slow, still. Way different of how it used to be, back when he was younger, with more purpose. Now as he aged, he saw life going, but he didnt like that at all. He wanted something to move him back to action, to shake his heart again, if it could be shook at all. Eyes fell on the purple woman, who he guessed was the hostess of the events. He bowed his head. "Dunkan Sarcova of Feynmre." He said as he went to explore the festival items. His eyes were cold, but inquisitive, finding a grey/white woman in the distance. But shortly. Then he took a seat near a table, just to be settled before more things went going.

"Dunkan Sarcova"