Durza had just finished being sworn in to the strange society known as the Devine, he was sitting by him self, of course, that was the only way he could function, he needed time to thing to him self. His hood was not over his head since he found it dishonourable to hide you're face to anyone, he was lost in thought. If anyone saw him they could tell he was sad, a sadness that had been the focal point of the 600 years he had lived.
His sword was imbeded in the ground behind him, Durza had a new purpose in life and he was still adjusting to this new world. As he sat in thought he sensed something, his Lord Marshal had returned from a long journey, he had also brought a guest, a Shinigami, and she seemed to be of a Captian level. Durza Stood up and looked down at the group, it would be rude to not introduce him self to the young lady, he walked to his sword and drew it from the ground, with a quick swing he brandish it on his back and shook off the saddness that had been on his mind. He jumped down from the cliff and landed infront of the group "Greeting m'lord" of course his voice contained a thick Scottish accent, he looked at the Captain not afraid and bowd "Greetings, I am Durza Kell and it is a pleasure to meet you" taking her hand he kissed it gently. He stood up and bowed to the others that came with her "of course I will show you the same gratitude" He bowed and kissed the hand of each of the girls.