The night's brisk breeze contrasted directly with the humid climate which put a drowsy spell over the Dojo. The arrival of the man at the gates was not unusual - many warriors of varying skill and notoriety arrived here to prove their integrity among others of their stature, oftenly concluding their toilsone journey through the mountains under duskfall. Still, this one was... [i]unusual[/i]. Bearing the resemblance of someone long past. One leaned against the metal wall of the Dojo Gates, a smoke burning brightly and brazenly in the dark and sullen night. Shadows creased over the man who stood behind the cigar, but just from his undefined silhouette he was rather muscular; his eyes, which glowed a light, incandescent hue started directly at the approaching man who reeked of sulfur and illuminated with a cobalt miasma of brilliant color. As the familiar warrior approached the gates steadily, the man straightened his posture, growing substantially taller and shuffling in the direction of Lucien to greet him. His shadowed outline sharpened, showing a grand coat stuffed with artillery, firearms and a sword that glimmered under the moon's dim light with an unknown liquid.