wormy-guy
"Would you all please welcome my RPer and alternate ego."
Waves his hand towards the nearest edge of the guild.
Waves his hand towards the nearest edge of the guild.
A man little taller than most wearing a white cloak with the hood up and an Anbu mask on his head floats up past the cusp of the island and sets foot in the grass-a small ring of depressed grass apearing around him though it quickly disapates.
"Hello."
He wispers in a deep raspy voice-and yet for all its lack off volume it carried well and was easy to hear, seaming to block out other noises.