They had a few things in mind for the day- Getting their beloved familair's hooves polished, buying a new robe, answering a few summons via the ceremonial black mirror.
Lacking in music they hummed a merry tune, wondering if the current festival at the maul warranted exploration, (it did). With any luck they might gain free blood samples.
They wouldn't stop until they got their familiar to pop from excitement. Only the deer was more busy trying to drown out Crimson's terrible humming with ignoring his master. The reaper was to getting hype at the current sales for black arts gear, and would probably spend the day at the maul if allowed. The Tik-Tok of a clock could be heard but Crimson paid it no mind, the festival-like sale was going to last all day...
Their familiar loathed everything and was as par the course, wondering why it had contracted with this particular breed of reaper. Oh right, because this particular brat was the one that had been offered at the altar. Oh well. Some contracts couldn't be broken.
[MAUL- 10:43am]
OOC
Crimson is a genderless reaper who is fairly curious about everything, and is obsessed with blood.