Lorenzo
The burning undead walked out of the bar, his step as decisive as ever despite lacking direction. No, not quite. Not anymore.
How boring. He sighed, but didn't say anything. Before long, a bird perched on his shoulder and whispered something where his ear should be.
As usual, nothing had changed. He was smiling because he couldn't grow any more infuriated. But it was fine, no, it was better this way. It wasn't bad to dance at an unfamiliar pace, but now would be the time to have this city follow his own tempo. If he waited, he might not have another chance.
"Well then, how about we pay an old friend a visit?"
Huh, whoever lived in this castle must've been very powerful. He could feel the magic energy emanating from that place, it was enough to make his bones tremble. No, perhaps he was just excited. Either way, if his bird was right she was definitely around here.
He walked on the dawn bridge, feeling uneasy over walking to the front door uninvited. If there was a trap, this would be trouble. It's not that his life had any value, he wasn't afraid of dying. If it was life he had to lose, he had lost such already.
"Hello!? Is anyone there?" He knocked over the front gate, though his voice sounded different from usual. No, perhaps it was more fitting to say this was his real voice. It certainly fit his appearance more, that of a corpse that is.