Amuse myself with pots of paint...
Nicoli Stasis
Nicoli looked around for a moment when he heard the voice and deducted that whatever it was didn't want to make itself noticed. He wasn't phased by it, but was glad that it at least had the common decency to let him finish his prayer before it spoke. Provided that he wasn't rudely interrupted, he decided to humor the unseen being and give an answer the question.
"If I am here, it is because I was needed. Where I come from is nothing to be concerned with."
He placed his belongings back in his bag and picked up his katana with his left hand, holding it at the center of the sheathe.
"If it's not something that bugs you, it would be nice to find out whether the voice matches the face or not. I won't try to kill you if you don't give me a reason to."
As he spoke, the sound of a beating heart filled his ears and a small whisper could be heard from the sword he held with a rather relaxed grip.
"Trust no one..." Echoed the whisper.
"Let not, your heart waver again..."
The Raven Bound
Produce the demons within us...