[While he could sense her murderous intent from a mile away, Rosen makes no effort to conceal his presence once he reaches the forest's edge. No, Arkana of Vainglory does not hide from anyone. He is too proud and overconfident in himself and his abilities to hide. For this reason, he simply decides to wait for the little foxy to make her scheduled appearance.

After that low blow of an insult, the old Arkana decides to take the proverbial "high ground," and is found perched high above on a sturdy tree branch. He looks down at his alleged opponent with indifference before greeting her with one of his signature smiles. Based on his relaxed demeanor, it is clear that he does not take this poor girl seriously. Hell, Rosen hasn’t even summoned his fiery lance yet. He is just standing there menacingly, arms crossed over his chest.

While his OkCinder profile picture may have been lacking, this glorious bastard appears far more impressive in person, with his ridiculously long silvery hair trailing behind him. He is extremely tall, built for combat, and has the athleticism of a man half his age. That is a dangerous combination, especially in a profession where young warriors typically die young.]

I see you did not bother looking up my name.

[He scoffs.]

I am the Arkana of Vainglory, representing the Jurisdiction of Pride, Rosenkrantz.

[His nonchalant smile changes from friendly to sinister.]

And you are?