Murphy grabbed the man by the front of his coat and yanked him closer to himself. The jerking motion caused the man's hat to fall off. And the sight it hid until now was revealed to Murphy and Mithat. Murphy almost let the man go from the shock of what he saw. The man's mouth had been sewn shut with something that definitely wasn't sterilized. The places where the thread passed through the flesh had grown bloated with infection. The rest of the man's face wasn't in much better shape. His skin was dried to an almost parchment-like state, and only a blackness was to be seen where his eyes should have been. The empty sockets were completely black. It was almost unbelievable the man was so perceptive of his enviroment as he was, almost like he still had his eyesight.<br/><br/>Murphy swallowed a crop in his throat and spoke up "who are you and what do you want from us" The man remained silent. Murphy grabbed the man with his other hand and threw him onto an empty chair, confident that the turk would keep his fancy revolver trained on this... thing." You can tell us right now, or we beat it out of you!" To Murphy's surprise, the man made a sound not unlike laughing. Murphy picked up the copper candlestand he threw earlier. The candle had fallen off in the commotion, revealing a wicked spine of sharp copper that was designed to have the candle spiked onto it. "What's so funny? We have a revolver trained on you, and as far as I can see, you're unarmed.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>The tracker was quite surprised by the sudden grab, along with the sudden feeling of light shining where his eyes had once been. He could still see, but the brightness of the light blinded him, and before he knew it, he had been thrown onto a chair. The nervous officer was shouting what he assumed to be threats at him. It struck the tracker as rather amusing however, for he had no idea what the man could be saying. For his ears, unlike his eyes, were not replaced in function by whatever fell force animated him. He was effectively mute and deaf, these weren't handicaps to him, for his master had other ways of communicating his goals to him.<br/><br/>As the officer gestured heavily and threathened him however, he noticed that the diplomat was armed with a firearm. It amused him how these men thought they could hurt him with these weapons of mortal men. The tracker decided he had humored their attempts to hold him for long enough. He stood up, defiant of the weapons pointed at him, and walked towards Murphy.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>The man stood up. And murphy raised the candle holder to defend himself. you stay on that chair mate. Or I will stab you until you fall back into it from blood loss.!" The man seemed unimpressed. He slowly moved closer to Murphy, a hand raised to take the candle holder away. Murphy didn't hesitate another moment, he lunged the improvised stabbiing weapon at the mysrterious man. He struck true, but the impact felt wrong somehow. He was somewhat familiar with the feeling of hitting flesh with a hard object, and this was not such a feeling. It didn't feel like 'slapping around a piece of man-beef' as he usually referred to it, no, it was more like trying to cut into a thick layer of leather.<br/><br/>Murphy looked back to the man's face. Even without eyes, it was still clear his expression was one of amused shock. not pain, not rage, he looked more like he was being tickled rather than being stabbed with a rusty piece of copper. The man now returned Murphy the favor of grabbing him by gripping Murphy's neck with one hand. Murphy desperately stabbed the man several more times, each wound he inflicted closing shut without a drop of blood, as if the man had already been bled dry beforehand. The man tightened his grip on Murphy's neck while shifting his gaze towards the diplomat, whom the tracker still regarded with a sense of amusement.