(I always leave the end of my RPs open. I think I botched the title, because nobody's joining. xD)
Roth heard the footsteps before the stranger lifted and ran with him, over his head, no less. Roth was small, muscular build, retaining only mild amounts of muscle gained from stacks of books, and what little exercise he preformed to keep himself slightly attractive. He was slim, too, from skipping meals to read something, or, more recently, from rationing the already rationed rations. Still, he couldn't weigh less than a hundred pounds. How could such a man simply lift him?!
While deep in thought, as he usually was, he failed to notice he had been relocated into a week old garbage heap. What gave it away first was the horrible, dreadful smell. He'd come into contact with eviscerated corpses, many of them, piled in a ritualistic circle of sorts, and than shat on by demon poo, and this still smelled worse! If the mad hadn't ordered his silence, he's probably cry out in disgust. So, instead of complaining, which was something he did often, he simply examined the man, something else he did often... Examining things, not just men... NOT JUST MEN!
His hair was red. An odd color in these parts, but not unseen. Such hair was more often seen on traveling merchants. His face was caked with blood, and his eyes were sea green, more common, and he looked like he'd been out in the city a long time. Strangely, the thought that this man might have been one of the insane people who sprouted up before the demons never crossed Roth's mind. Instead, This man must be a seasoned warrior! echoed in. this is what he needs! Someone who can protect him while he records his findings! In his exitement, Roth failed to notice the Satyr stroll by.
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