"I've reached the capital, finally," time was nearly noon, the sun reached its peak. A young adult stood before the entrance, the castle could be spotted off into the distance. "Never did I think this place could be so massive," hidden behind and mask, with a rifle strapped onto the back – Dead eyes made it all the way from Riverwood. On that fateful night, when the duo from Kniq departed, he followed suit – not belonging in any guild made it easy. With a rank of Steel – being accepted was simple; however, the skill and marksmanship unique to him made it easier. Sadly, even with a reputable skill like that, the personality he had put many off guard and uncomfortable.