" Your late sir." A servant at door bother Koroth.
" I'll be there in a moment.... ah you know what they will live with it!" Koroth replies trying to find something that cover his right arm better that was formal.
" I'll go as I 'am." He says happily. His red eyes flash , and the servant winces in fear.
" You people." He grumbles.
He walks out of his room his dark green travel cloak gliding lightly behind him. His 4 foot long and hand half a foot blade still strapped to his back.
" Is that nessacary sir?" The servant asks.
" If you see me not carrying this blade I should warn something bad is bound to happen." Koroth jokes , " I carry this thing everywhere becuase generally where I happen to go trouble follows."
Koroth arrives at the double door enterance to the dining hall. He hopes that people will not make a fuss about his arrival. Thats why he tried to be late. He pushes both doors open slowly , but his arrival is still noticed. The Dining hall goes silent. All of them looking at his red eyes, blood red hair, and his arm.
Koroth turns to the doorman.
" Hi where do I sit?"