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The rotten smell began to grow stronger. A presence. The source of this stench? Or...a foreign sense of rot. Was it a corpse? Perhaps one who's clothes were on the ground. No, this scent was moving, and Kharne's senses through the darkness let me spot the intruding silhouette with ease as he exited one of the nearby tunnels, to the mass of clothes. The scent, more clear, wasn't so much a corpse. If Kharne had any experience the scent was more associated with the undead, animated corpses or vampires that have gone far too long without feeding. Though, as he walked, that scent of undeath slowly left him. The man had a light tan to his skin tone, suggesting some time in the sun. His brown eyes were a bit..glassy? Almost lifeless look to them, as he moved past some torchlight. Black, shaven hair that had a bit of unkempt, messy length to it. 

 The man was wearing something a bit different then typical attire. A gray pinstripe suit and black tie, originally these suits were tailored to reincarnated with a taste of fashion from their own world, but quickly grew in popularity with some circles of the wealthy of this world too. This suit however was tattered. The large black jacket he wore was shredded at the bottom and sleeves, damp from the poor conditions of the sewers. The vest and white shirt beneath were stained with blood and dirt, the once black tie was untethered and barely around the collar. Those strangely lifeless eyes looked up from the empty clothes, while he was already moving about the pockets. 

[color=c6f63b]"Well howdy there, partner.."[/color] The stranger had a slightly dry, gravelly to an otherwise deep voice, as if it had been some time he's gone without water. He seemed almost disinterested in his presence. Despite the greeting, there wasn't much excitement in his words. More of an annoyance, if anything. [color=c6f63b]"This here loot's mine, so bug off."[/color]