"Nothing will happen while I'm there. They wouldn't dare provoke me into war." He growled, eyes flashing with a dangerous light, almost manic in its intensity. The moment passed and he squeezed her hand reassuringly.<br/><br/>"Mugwump? Supreme sorcerer? No, hon. You can call me Gabriel the Gray. Maybe I'll even someday be the White." He rolled his eyes, almost cringing at his own Lord of the Rings reference. "I'll be back in a sec." He leaned over and gave her a swift kiss, then grabbed his bag from the back and strode into the mens room of the stop.<br/><br/>When Gabriel returned, it was apparent that he meant business. He looked like a strange, but intimidating, mix between Navy Seal and medieval knight. He had on black cargo pants and a plain black tee. He wore sturdy combat boots and on his arms he wore iron embraces while his legs were protected by greaves. His chest sported a tactical vest, apparently acquired from special forces, and around it he had his Gray Warden cloak wrapped. His plain, well used gladius and pistol graced his hips. Also present, was his blasting wand and variety of assumedly magical jewelry.<br/><br/>He returned to the passenger seat, eyes forward and a stony expression on his face. "Let's go say hello to our friends." Gabriel said grimly, firmly focused on the task at hand. He had his game face on and, along with his deadly expression, his red knotwork tattooing glowed faintly on the exposed parts on his arms as if eager to taste the fruits of his palpable bloodlust.