What is Matt's measure? Well, 5'10", but past that, only Zenos can say. He has no weapons on him at all, unless they're hidden in the blousy sleeves of his bluish-gray, bead-speckled shirt. His posture is quite good, which could speak to some level of martial training, but his twiggish frame and big doe eyes don't seem to fit. And then there are the more interesting markers: the scar arcing across his left cheek, the dark band encircling his right wrist like a tattoo. His left hand, which is entirely missing, terminating at the wrist in a smooth stump.
At the moment, he seems to be paying attention to no one and nothing but Zenos.
"Were you here when she first showed up?" He takes a sip from his glass, nose wrinkling. "'First' relative to this round of Aions, I mean."
The last round, if the Regent's intuition is correct. It's the kind of thought that makes you shiver.
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What is Matt's measure? Well, 5'10", but past that, only Zenos can say. He has no weapons on him at all, unless they're hidden in the blousy sleeves of his bluish-gray, bead-speckled shirt. His posture is quite good, which could speak to some level of martial training, but his twiggish frame and big doe eyes don't seem to fit. And then there are the more interesting markers: the scar arcing across his left cheek, the dark band encircling his right wrist like a tattoo. His left hand, which is entirely missing, terminating at the wrist in a smooth stump.
At the moment, he seems to be paying attention to no one and nothing but Zenos.
"Were you here when she first showed up?" He takes a sip from his glass, nose wrinkling. "'First' relative to this round of Aions, I mean."
The last round, if the Regent's intuition is correct. It's the kind of thought that makes you shiver.