Davion slightly panicked at the sudden arrival of the gentleman in his mentally simulated space, it wasn't everyday that he was caught off-guard by someone.
'There's too much noise and movement in this place... I couldn't detect him there earlier,' Davion sighed, 'I need more practice.'
Davion focused on the person in front of him, 'The jingle of metal links, the clinks are light it's so unlikely to be steel, must be accessories and probably not a weapon. Slight scent of rose perfume, not too overbearing, but enough to cover the musty smells of his fur and linen clothing... garments that no average person should be able get a hold of. His demeanor and attire appear to be that of someone with either wealth or power, perhaps both. The tone of voice suggests he knows more then he's letting on and he's not put off by my blindfold... he most likely knows who I am... but that matters not.'
In seconds, Davion completed an analysis of the "gentleman" in front of him.
"You know what I'm here for, direct me to a place where I can prove myself." Davion responded without elaborating further.
"Of course," the gentleman smiled and pointed in a direction, "right this way."
Davion did not move and continued to wait for the gentleman's guidance. The gentleman showed a confused look for a moment, until a sense of self-mocking realization appeared on his face.
"My apologies," he clapped his hands together and continued to do so as he walked, "follow me please!"
Davion responded with a nod and followed the sound of the gentleman's claps with a brisk pace.
Wears a custom-made blindfold and glove, a face mask, and attire suited for travel and skirmishes.
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