Lucian Grey - Entrance of Mo - Grim
Their gallop had slowed to a trot as they grew nearer and nearer to the tired and broken figures that littered the road, some were breathing heavy, others barely conscious, some appeared to be in pain and others just relieved that the unknown horror had ended. Lucian's, suspecting a story, donned the friendliest smile in his arsenal and dismounted from his trusty steed, his eyes locked firmly on the white haired lad at the epicentre of the battlefield.
"You're welcome to come, but I'd prefer some backup with that crossbow of yours. Just in case these ain't cheeriest of fellows." Lucian mused before making his way towards the broken encampment. As he drew nearer he began to catch the gaze of a few of the others, some mumbled undecipherable words, others just scowled and one lone boy, with the colourless mane, just widened his eye's in bewilderment.
"A pleasure to meet once again, young mage." Lucian gripped the black chain of metal that coiled around his throat and lifted the glowing metal from his tunic. As he did, he made sure to scan the ragtag group over, pleasantly surprised by a man that seemed to match the description of their target perfectly.
"I am Lucian Grey and this is my associate, Vincent" Lucian motioned towards the black clad figure in the background still sitting atop his midnight stallion, a crossbow slung over his shoulder and resting comfortably in his grip. Lucian extended his hand to the boy in the signature display of comradery.
"We are currently looking for a thief that matches the description of the man seated over there"