Carve Out a Niche [Seasonal Event]

ALISTAIR "You don't know do you?" The distorted voice asked with a chuckle. "I made it myself. Have a knack for creating. My mind..." Fingers raised and made a swirling motion around his head. "Always moves. Constantly. So I create, explore, improvise." Truth be told, Alistair was a rather intelligent man but there was something about the mask that was altering his personality in very subtle ways. Perhaps the side effects of your body phasing in and out of existence. He glanced over at the stick and stabbed his bow onto the ground, leaning against it with a tsk tsk tsk gesture before reaching into the side of his boot, flipping his hunting knife out. "Fancy 'ey? Fierce looking chap like you will be giving her a fine use I'd say." With that Alistair flicked the knife to Deimos "A gift, for your chatty company. Now if you don't mind...this adventure won't be having itself." Arrow slung into the bow as he held his position at the ready, stepping in cautiously in front of the larger man. "Have a name? Or will we be settling for Chap...I like Chap. Chap it is."