Sotharc was forced out of the Crystal once Aakor awoke. He then ran outside the warehouse rolled over his straight-jacket and put it back on.
"I have a job to do... and NOTHING will stop me this time."
Sotharc's shadow became white with Dark Orange eyes and it spoke to him.
>About time you accepted me and started your mission.<
"Shut up. I just haven't made progress, that's all. Now, if you would... Stay.. where you. Belong."
The White Shadow receeded back into Sotharc with a ghastly soul-like echo.
"Now, I think I need a quick reintroduction to my targets."
Sotharc began walking towards the nearest city in his Deep Blue straight-jacket, Brown chap n jeans, and his weapons.
His two Revolvers hid under his jacket in pockets, while his Nightblades were strapped against his forearms sleeves, colored Dark Blue to blend in. Sotharc had more blades but they were smaller and meant for small, weak prey.
After his leave of the asylum, he actually did hunt big game for a living. He stopped after getting jailed for illegal poaching.
Sotharc's hair calmy sat over his face as he walked towards the city, only his Deep Bluish Red eyes showing. (Not quite purple)
He looked as calm and as normal on the street. The only thing making him stick out was the numerous silver rings on his Straight Jacket. and the jacket itself.