> Resist urge to check hand, watch whatever just went over us.
> "Archer!"
>Standing the middle of the road is a short man, heavy-set man clad in black clothing, He wears a black mask over the upper half of his face, while the lower half of his face is quite round. His hair is long and black, stylishly wavy. He wears a doublet coat with wide sleeves, striped black and light gray in a very medieval manner, with a white cravat wrapped around his neck. His wide breeches are equally dark, tuckled into buckled boots as dark as the pavement he stands on. A wide-brimmed hat with a single crimson feather rests on his head, and a simple black cloak on his sholders. Long black gloves adorn his hands, and in his hands rests a crown, a strangely familiar-looking thing of reddish felt and gold arches, covered in gems and fleur-de-lis icons.
>The dark-clad man gives you a cocky grin, then bows in your direction.
>You hand still hurts, but the pain is ebbing away quickly. You aren't sure where Archer is.
>Information Update: Midnighter
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