History of the Quincy and The Vizards

Quintus was in the rukon didtrict, his brown hair following the small breeze that was blowing. he closed his eyes and ejoyed the ffeling of it on his face, happieness...Although there was no time for that, he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. he looked around, his hazel eyes looked as if thre was a fir burning inside them. he sensed a spiritual pressure nearby. he constructed his bow.

Hinin would calmly walk into the area as if there wasn't a care in the world that could harm him. He yawned lightly and stretched his arms out above him. He wore a smile on his face as he had just woke from a nap. His smiled fadded into concern when he noticed the quincy with the bow prepared. Hinin sighed and looked down then looked at the quincy with cold eyes. Hey there. How are you? he yelled from where he was standing. He had a completely casual sounding voice when he yelled like he was saying hi to an old friend. He waited for a reply.