Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Restless, the man in the cold black suit was seeing Ziras' valiant efforts unfold before him. He unstrung the spear from his back and looked at it in his hands. It's dead wood, holding no meaning in his hands. He looked upon Savannah, her complexion and auburn hair, burning with readiness for what's to come. She would make better use of this. But at the same time... that Blade. That gleaming blade. If it does not require magic, it would be most beneficial.

Watson approached Savannah, "I have an offer!" he spoke, good-will accented his voice.