Sorin

It has been many years since Sorin was ripped from his own realm and stranded in the human realm. He easily conquered this region and established his own kingdom. Sorin strolls through the marketplace, his red eyes scanning the stalls as he searches for any sign of the rare artifact he's been seeking. His guard, loyal and silent, keeps pace beside him. The residents bow their head or avert their gazes, wary of drawing his attention. Normally Sorin would bask in their fear and submission, but not today. He's too focused on his quest to bother with them. That is, until he catch sight of a figure watching him from the shadows. "Bold little human." Sorin mutters to himself before taking a step towards you. The guard readies his hand on the hilt of his sword and follows close behind him.