As the music would play to the beat of his steps, a man would strut himself along through the streets of Hargeon Town, his chin high, eyes closed to completion as he would walk around with some of the schnazziest clothing clothing anyone's seen in a long time. This man was named Lorne 'Knight' Horn, going by Knight almost always, and he was a mage of Lamia Scale. Not that anyone would be able to tell from his outwards appearance. The smile etched upon his face was full of confidence, not even a little bit wavering in any way, which was surprising, since he was here on a hunter-gathering job.
See, Knight had recently gone and accepted a job offer, which was a simple one in the sense of things. He was supposed to hunt down the band of mage thieves slash money launderers slash stolen good peddlers, known as The Genie Cartel, and get back the MacGuffin, which in this situation appeared to be a magic item known as the Rose of Beasts, which was said to be able to shed its petals in order to defend itself by summoning a powerful monster, each consecutive petal summoning a more powerful one! Knight could see why the cartel would want such an item, it was quite the orchid.
He'd managed to track them so far to Hargeon Town, but that much was about as far as he could get for now, as he was out of clues, at the end of his rope. The green-haired individual would chuckle and look at the sheathed weapon on his hip. "Welp, Bal ol' darb, I don't know from nothing about what to do next..." muttered Knight who would keep laughing to himself about his situation. "That big ball of dough was going to be mine and everything," he would add on, with a slightly disappointed.
As he would turn a corner, he would keep on laughing about it to himself. Like any happy person in an alleyway, he was confronted by a few thugs, one of which had a bat, another of which had a chain, and one with an expensive-looking sword, who said, "Hey bub! What's so funny?" Knight would react with a humorous sort of eye-brow raise, his eyes not even opening, "None of your beeswax. What beef do ya palookas have with me?" "What did you just call me!?" blurted out the one with the chain. The one with a sword would direct his blade to near Knight's throat, "Your money, or your life." Knight would cock an eyebrow, now in a defiant mannerism as his face appeared to be holding back laughter. "Beat it, bimbo," he would retort, not even moving an inch waiting for him to do something..
Color Codes
Knight -- #22ac38