"Here is fine." Sleeth mutters as the wooden wheels stopped rolling and he stood up. He stepped down, out into the light and peered up with his red eyes underneath the myriad of silver hair tumbling down his face. Despite the grave look there was a beauty to him, his cheekbones were high and refined and the full lips were colored despite the pale skin. The red eyes though intimidating had a gentle measurement. They moved to see everything, observing the surroundings, assessing all of it. He grabbed his bag and stepped into the gates. The steel of his armor was oddly silent, as he made sure it was padded to absorb impact and never clink together. His steps were long and delicate as the long legs permitted him to walk in such a way. His sword rested firmly at his side and gleaming in the sunlight was the Ridician crest of which he wore proudly, the clan was usually pent up in their mountains and even being fifth house there was always a sense of pride amongst them. 

He approached the building, passing through the gates and opened the door to what appeared to be the main building. He had his papers in hand, the envelope sealed with the same crest he was wearing. A recommendation from the first house encase the previous one that had been sent by currier hadn't arrived by some chance. "Hello?" He asks as he enters. "I am Sleeth Uzama, of the Ridician fifth house." He announces, not wanting to come by as a random intruder.