Tabil ran too his room as fast as he could(and with his "mastery" of eight tentacle walking he was having "fun" with it).
He walked into his room, it was simply funished with a closet and a bed, plus a mirror.
he looked into the mirror, then he threw off his derp eyes too reveal his real ones. they were a little more trangular and they showed the anger he held.
"They want to kill Sky, My friend"
he remembered the past, how it'd been a mission, pester a crafter. He'd been surprised when it turned out too be Sky himself, he hated him at the time for all the lives he'd taken, but after being with him more and more he'd come to like Sky, he may even have had feeling for him, some he didn't wish to think about right now.
"They'll come for me, i must get out" he thought, he walked over too the closet, inside was a black handled hoe, larger then the ones used in farming, the blade was ruby and was sharpened, it was more a weapon of war then a farming tool. he prefered it that way.
he'd been known as Blood Blade Tabil in the past, also sitting in the corner was a black cape, even though light spilled into the closet it remained a black sillouete were it sat.
He pulled them out, put the cape on, the silk sliding across his neck, he held the scythe, it gleamed in the torch light.
giving one last goodbye too his room, he walked out of it, he knew that he'd be attacked on sight, but this was his decision.
