Kro stood on the balcony of the treehouse, sighing as he looked off into the distance. He was bored, alone and ever so slightly paranoid. No mater what, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. That in itself was not normal... Not around here. He wondered whether to go find someone to speak to or not...
No matter. He just needed to wait for someone to contact him with another contract. Although money wasn't an issue, he had other things on his minds. Idly standing around was beginning to eat away at him, and Vulki seemed to have slept from quite a while now. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but he couldn't help but worry. He looked down at the scar on his chest, which he had now trained himself to permanently have smoke flow through. It allowed quick formation if needed be, but also looked more natural than bare, grey skin.
He sighed and sipped his coffee.