"Sigh…"
Theo walked alongside his teammates, his mildly dissatisfied expression perfectly shrouded by the pitch-black skull mask that decorated his face. Kamara was right in front of them, leading the way to the town square.
'I feel a little violated…' His thoughts trailed, glancing at their team leader for a fraction of a second. 'She didn't have to be so rough.'
Of course, he kept his grievances to himself.
After all, unlike before, he had a more polished outlook—one befitting a member of the Ak'ashi Guild and distinguished guest of the Sarvos Royal Family. Ultimately, he had no right to complain, so he quietly sported his black cloak, which matched perfectly with his boots and mask—all of which resonated with the deep color of his hair and eyes.
His shirt was, strangely, white, though it was well complimented with gray jacket and pants.
