It was fair to say that Alder left his own castle at a decent time of evening, approximately nine o'clock, to be precise. He didn't much care to keep track of time otherwise, however. He didn't really pay much mind to the time it took for him to walk to this new kingdom that word had passed him by, of.
His interest was piqued, as these lands hadn't seen much activity in a long while, so, he had a few questions, but over all, a large curiosity as to just who had been determined enough to start a new kingdom in a place where so many have failed.
And so, here Alder was, the tall, pale man meandering along on just the outskirts in his usual garb, a fancy waistcoat and dress pants, along with a long sleeves dress shirt underneath. The mechanical exoskeleton, as always, resided under his clothes around his arms and hands.
His vibrantly purple eyes scanned the landscape and and hands resided in his dress pants pockets as he walked, almost nonchalantly.
