[The young man looks a little out of sorts. Sure, his voice is even, and he tries to appear as haughty as usual, but there's a certain sinking to his cheeks and a paleness under his tan. He's been on this island for about a week now, and the lack of food is finally getting to him.
His coat is off, a sleeveless green shirt covering his chest. His hair isn't as neat as it could be, though it's tightly pulled back.
He sits atop an outcropping of rock not very far away. Hidden from sight until a few feet onto the shore. A fairly safe place, all things considered.]
...I feel like I should apologize.
[The young man looks a little out of sorts. Sure, his voice is even, and he tries to appear as haughty as usual, but there's a certain sinking to his cheeks and a paleness under his tan. He's been on this island for about a week now, and the lack of food is finally getting to him.
His coat is off, a sleeveless green shirt covering his chest. His hair isn't as neat as it could be, though it's tightly pulled back.
He sits atop an outcropping of rock not very far away. Hidden from sight until a few feet onto the shore. A fairly safe place, all things considered.]
And who might you be?